Cycle of broken hearts

One at a time it slowly
Shattered;
Falling to the ground in noiseless
Sound
to the ears of the outsiders but-
To her’s,
It was the loudest and harshest sound
She heard.
All at once it banged with
Resonance,
Filling the void that was now-
Her heart;
She felt the emptiness more so
Now,
Than she’d ever felt in her
Entire life.

Life is a cycle of broken
Hearts,
When one gets Mend another
Shatters;
Till all of the innocents hearts have
Felt,
What it feels like to be dead yet
Alive;
But maybe that’s the way it
Should be,
So we can learn to heal each
Other’s path;
Though “broken” isn’t the greatest heart
Adjective,
It beats a lot out of a-
Locked-up heart.