shatter.

there's a heartbreak -
shatter
that isn't something that can be described

but here goes.

the ice splinters
and sometimes, it's like grasping shards
feeling the blood break through the skin

and the cold freezes it before it hits the ground.

maybe a mirror face,
or a hole through the window.
what other cliches can i use to explain what a shatter is?

i remember you once told me 
my eyes were ice shards
striking, bright, blue.

you forgot to mention how cold they are.

how cold i can be. 

you never blamed me
for anything that happened 
and yet, here's the pieces that i feel obligated to pick up

how fair is that?

it's not time to be crawling back -
making accusations never gets you far,
i promise you that. 

maybe it's time to take responsibility, after all. 

does that scare you?
where is the thrill of a white-knuckle grip being lost?
does crossing the line into being what a real man send a shiver up your spine?

maybe it should.

i am sick of masculinity being a use
of never allowing the tears to flow
and instead, cement pours out and weighs you down. 

soon, you'll drown.

they tell you to man up,
do you even know what that means?
i can promise you, it's not a call to raise your fists.

where is your compassion, darling broken? 

...
maybe my heart is as blue as my eyes.
maybe, there's splinters missing in it too.

shatter.

just like what's left of you.