It broke hard

You gave my heart it's ache,
You wrenched it open.
Justifying your strikes,
You cared nothing for the agony.

You consoled yourself,
believing your lies.
Surrendering to the fabrications
that your tongue fed your ears

You made visible your pain,
Yet buried me deep in mine.
I sought out souls to comfort me
But they too were your listeners

They trampled upon the remnants of my heart
They gloried on the feast of pain

This heart abandoned and lost
Wept for itself.
It had known nothing else. 
You, Your soul, Your heart relinquished its pain
You broke it.

You will always be the soul that broke my heart.

~Hanya~