I know the sound your heart makes when it breaks.
Its silence.
            Cold, cold silence.
            So still it hurts your ears.
And burns away all your senses.

I know what its like to have given everything.
To be laid open and exposed.
To not have a drop of emotion left. 
To have given it all away into someone else's hands.

Its cold
So cold, as the icy winds of indifference sweep over the raw senses,
as my heart shatters into infinite broken pieces.

And I tell myself that there must have been more.
That I should have given more of myself.
Every last grain of myself.
I didn't give enough.  There was more I could have given.

And my heart breaks,
            all over again.

I wonder how to change it.
How to fix it.
How to be smart enough to understand.
How to stop the pain.

I wait alone to be healed
The raw ends mended with love.
Instead, in the confusion
When I am so  low and lost in the dark
so far away that I can't find my way back

I receive impatience and words said in anger,
that write themselves all over my spirit forever.

 And this time, when my heart breaks.

It destroys my soul as well.