The story of her heart.

The most delicate and fragile, precious possesion inside of her,
was given in trust to the one she loved.
It fell in the most painful amazing way,
and the gravity of love kept it down.
It was raised up a few times, because the gravity was weakened,
but it was never dropped.
Then the gravity kept on getting stronger, and it fell once, twice, thrice and more to the ground.
This hurt, but she loved it. She fell in love, over and over again.
This never gave up.
Until once, it was rose from the ground .. and it fell, but not in a good way.
This pain, wasn't amazing at all.
This pain, was a feeling she never felt, like every moment in the past .. was all erased.
Love could not over power this pain.
This object, that held all these feelings inside were cleaned out and replaced with an emotion that was like a slow death.
It was torn apart.
It was dropped, it was shattered, it was broken.
It was gone, and now it's lost.
It, was her heart.