Never lose a love as good as this one.

My heart is shattered, fragmented, broken,

Like a thousand pieces of glass left unspoken,

Each shard a reminder of what once was,

But now, all that's left is emptiness, a loss.

It's like a storm raging in my chest,

A tempest of emotions, unexpressed,

A whirlwind of pain that never rests,

As I try to pick up the pieces, do my best.

My heart feels like a barren wasteland,

A desert with no oasis, no helping hand,

A place where nothing grows, nothing lives,

A place where only loneliness gives.

It's like a flower that's been plucked and torn,

Left to wither, neglected and forlorn,

Once vibrant and alive, now lifeless and worn,

A symbol of love that's been shorn.

My soul feels like a ship lost at sea,

Adrift in a vast ocean of uncertainty,

A vessel without a destination or direction,

A metaphor for my heart's disconnection.

In the end, all that's left is an ache,

A constant reminder of what's at stake,

A reminder that love can be fleeting,

And that heartbreak is a part of living.

So I stand here, with a heavy heart,

Trying to piece together what's fallen apart,

Trying to move on, trying to start,

But the pain is still here, tearing me apart.

So I'll hold on to hope, to love, to light,

And pray that someday, things will be all right,

That the shattered pieces will mend and unite,

And I'll find love again, shining bright.