You’re broken, shattered into a million parts. To fix you I sifted through the shards: got cut, but still managed to piece together a token heart. Assembled what was once dismembered, now it resembles but does not beat. Closed eyes that do not sleep but instead weep like the WROKEN vessel that you are. You leak the goodness poured within: forespoken by a greater sin. Now I keep you on the mantle in the back of my mind.There you will stay: disused and gathering dust. Forever broken.