Smashed

Smashed to pieces,
I never thought it so.
I never thought a person could bring me so much woe.
Or unsettle a settled heart,
and tear it vein by vein.
Or pick up the boulder that sheltered from the rain.
It is he who smashed it,
who lived insides an illusion.
The fake visage that I were perfect and true of heart.
Wet, hot, dreary tears.
Tears of the weak,
of the heartless,
of the feared,
of the smashed.
He will never understand why I do what I do.
He'll never understand the pain he puts me through.
He will only think of his own pain,
the terrors of realty he must face.
He will never embrace the future,
full of change.
He will try.
I will try.
But in the end,
we will both end....
Smashed.