Bangles

Pixie dust,

Dream debris,

Shards of hope

Molded in

Foolish optimism.

They prick,

they scratch:

I bleed.

I still wear them proudly

Jangling on my wrists

Broken Heart Pieces

Alone and barefoot,

Numb with cold

Walking over

An hourglass' lost soul

I stepped on some

Broken heart pieces.

The pain took time

To fool the guarding numbness

And be known.

But it wasn't the pain

Of trampling

Some heart's shards.

I had been so busy

Keeping it safe,

Far far away,

I never noticed

You breaking my heart

And walk away.