Just Another Shattered Lover

My hands are shaking as I loosely hold this sprouting seed of a heart,
and if I'm not careful it could roll to the edge of my fingertips.
Standby for another failure when something called truth appears,
blade in hand as it sinks the sword through my torso and heart.

It's seems like seconds as the heart stumbles off my palms and freefalls,
the sound it makes as it shatters against the ground is that of a scream.
All hearts make this sound though some take longer to echo down the hall,
this one had a curdle and a cry as pieces broke away from each other.

But don't worry,
it's just another shattered lover.