I never knew what a broken heart was

Maybe because I was so used to the shards

Beautiful and dangerous

Who knew pain was so hard

I thought that was what I was supposed to feel

Nothing and everything all the time

Cold and clear

Warm and kind

I've cut myself more times than I can count

Trying to pick up the pieces once more

Sharp edges

Leaving scars on the door

This dull aching is familiar

The sharp pain is mine

I thought my heart was beating

But it's been frozen this whole time.