You didn't break my heart -
no, I thought you did,
and I wrote these stories to
try and convince myself,
but that would be giving you
too much credit.
At best, you shattered
the bones around it;
my ribs, and maybe
my sternum, or my
collar, and though it
left my heart
vulnerable, I
built it a new cage
of solitude, and
gave my bones
the chance to heal.

I am finally
ready again.