The Broken Pieces

Somewhere within my heart,
Lies a piece that is not broken.
If you find that piece,
I have been saving it for you.
Careful-it's made of glass,
Oh so esaily it's broken.
Can you keep it safe
And retrieve the other pieces?
Glue them back together,
And the whole thing will be yours.
Promise to hold it gently,
In the palm of your large hand.
Do not queeze it tightly,
Or the pieces, they will shatter
Back into a pile,
For someone else to try and fix.

Dedicated to all the guys who have left my heart shattered and for all of those who have attempted to glue it back together.