Broken in Two

It's ripping some more. My heart.

It hurts so much. Why?

It's almost complete, my heart. It's almost done breaking apart.

What more can be done? Until my heart has become two.

My heart is fragile. It is falling apart. The weak seams that held it once together are no longer. I tried my best to hold it together, but I am no seamstress of the heart.

The transformations complete. It no longer is one, but it is now Broken in Two