A Flower Vase And My Heart

I find it crazy, crazy how some people don't realize they can just break someone's heart effortlessly, without triumph, without any trouble doing so, and in that process your the person breaking, your heart is breaking, you just don't see it's puncture, wounds, scars, your heart is shattered, no, not like your mother's favorite vase you just happened to break while watching your favorite TV show, nothing like that, picture this, instead of a broken vase on the ground, your mother scolding you, and you crying, it's you crying with your mother while you're heart is on the ground, shattered, and your scolding yourself, for going back to them, for trusting them, for not owning up to them and there cruel actions, but scolding yourself won't change a thing, what will is watching "them" fade away into the foggy distance of dreams you left behind, they are one of them, someone you couldn't fix, trust, keep with you, or simply have a conversation with without losing your mind, so the next time you are on the floor crying with your mother, the pieces of your heart you could savor in your right hand, your mother's hand in your left, don't let your mind run a marathon around "them" let them go and heal your hearts scars💝