Cut

You broke heart into pieces,
and now you regret it.

But the heart are in pieces.
Tiny and full with scratches.
Now it is the time to pick up each pieces.
And glue it back.
Every one and all of them.

Do you know how my hands will be scarred from this?
For that, I hate your words.
Do you know how the heart not gonna be the same?

It is miserable really.