FRAGILE

I stand before you
with broken and bleeding hands,
because punching a wall,
is a far more effective way
to get away from it all.
I'm just a girl, hopelessly in love.
Are hearts allowed to shatter
from such a soft blow?
Where I come from
love is a far off shadow that tantalizes
hearts with just a whisper
of showing itself.
In my hands are fragments
of the girl you used to love,
held by the girl you hate.
So can we compromise?
I'll keep the fragments,
if you'll still love them.

10/21/2007