Broken pieces

Love, that I had lost many

Too pale, too weak, too skinny.

My heart had pounced out of my chest to reach the broken one, to fix.

Nearer now I’ve noticed the broken pieces need no fixing.

The gullible one tricked and dragged to the dirt, my love betrayed and dirty.

For sorry was all I felt but you didn’t , 

So I fell hard and I will get my revenge.

What use would that heart avenge? 

For my broken pieces I can’t a’mend.