A Broken Heart Renewed

I play with knives and broken glass,
only to bleed the pain.
He left me like this with no turning back.
That wretched fool knows what he has done.
"Revenge can't be taken in haste"(Sweeney Todd)

Slowly, I plot my way out from this prison.
I cut and scream but they all just turn away.
For this is not a sight they want to witness.
Blood trails down my arm like a warm red river.
Death will not wait any longer to claim my life.

Laying on the stony cold floor with a manic grin upon
my lips and blood pooled around my body, I see something
that can only mean that I am dead. A boy stands there offering me
his hand. I look away and curse myself for ever trying to think of
something to save myself. He washes the blood from my hair and cleans the tears
from my face. Emotion? But I have no heart.

I must be dead. He walks away and disappears out of sight and more tears
escape from my eyes. Why do I want him back? Will he save me?
No, I don't want to be saved! He appears with my heart in the jar.
Opens his chest and places his heart in my chest and he sews it up and kisses
my forehead. I love him.

I have found reason to let go of my broken heart and all the memories that came with it. I will protect his heart with my last dying breath and start anew. He is
my future. I will not let him go. He is my life.
Can a broken heart be renewed?
No, but a broken heart can be replaced.