The Last

Within a shattered heart
was one tiny untouched piece
One last perfect crystal shard

She held it so close, so tight
protecting it from everything
the good, the bad, the right

You stole into her lonely life
with a smile, with grace
and brought with you your knife

You saw the shard, so clean and clear
and picked it up, looking at it
taking it from the one who held it dear

She wonders if you smiled and laughed
when you broke the shard, her heart
Ripping her into many halves

A single stab was all it took
to destroy all she had
Her life crumbling as she shook

Get up you said, stand tall and proud
be glad of this thing I did
Your words echoing loud

She sat and waited for something good
some reason why
to stand as she should

Her tears cried out, dry and wasted
together she pulled herself
to stand and face it

Break her spirit, break her will
take her heart, take her life
forever survive she will