Untitled: Pieces

Your words, so simple:
Are painted black
against the sinless air-
Plain and so endearing
that they singe my heart
Turning it to ash against the sky.

Caught in porcelain-
A jar of 'me.'
-I await revival.

This I gave to you:
Fragmented heart
in a simple girl.

The expression on your face-
that haunting gaze that freezes me-
shrouded in ice, I pause.

Waiting...

Waiting...

You reach out.

Delicate as crystal,
I shudder.
Your hand touches me,
its slow, teasing caress shattering me.

I am the sparkling shards
of possibility;
your hidden agenda.

My powdery heart,
Blown free by the wind
Can no longer be yours.