The head surgeon is standing in hesitation over his patient.
The first thought to enter his mind was he’s never seen such a damaged heart.
There were shards of glass impaling her heart.
As he looked closer at the heart’s smaller details, he noticed past stitches.
He came to the conclusion that no matter how many stitches there were
It could never be the same.
No matter how many times the heart was put back together,
Someone new would come and destroy it.
That was her last surgery.
She eventually stopped letting her heart get stabbed.
She built up a wall and was determined to never let anyone in again,
For she might have been put back together but she was tired of being heartbroken
And her damaged heart would never forget why
She was put on the operating table so many times.