Please. Shatter.
Can you feel it? The earth-cracking news. Tumbling to the ground as my legs can no longer support the weight. Feel each and every nail being driven into this heart. I once had walls. What is left of them now? Crumbles, no ashes. Bits of concreted lies and shame, coating my lungs. Coughing it up when I can no longer breathe. Can you see them? The cracks along my skin. Not completely shattered. Broken, but not destroyed. Scars, crisscrossed across flesh of old, hoping for a day of peace from a blade. Can you taste it? The shame upon my lips. As I skip from one to the next, littering love and tossing hearts as if toys. All fun in games, until I fall in love. Can you hear it? My voice wavering, fighting back childish tears, emotions pent up? My weakness. Speaking. Crying. Singing. Screaming. I've been cracked.. for a long time now.. But I've never shattered.