Broken

I lay there broken on the floor
As I could see her walking away from me
Then I could see her no more,
as she faded away forever into the darkness.

The ghost of her touch still lingered
sending eerie shivers right through my broken heart
the pain was unbearable, I felt broken and unloved
emotions piercing through me like pointed darts.

It would take time to gather my pieces,
scattered all over the floor hither and tither
a piece of it she took with her I think
an emptiness which could never be filled.

Ahh, there comes someone to pick me up
I could hear footsteps fast approaching,
Inquisitive abusive voices followed them up,
breaking my self-induced profound trance post break-up.

My mind went into rewind, at what really had happened,
I could still remember me in her hands,
She looking at me with a sense of awe
The love in her eyes could not be mistaken.

After all I was a plate that grabbed many a eye
The bone china perfectly fine and flawless
The most expensive of what chinaware could offer
and she went ahead and broke it.

As my pieces lay there on the floor,
The store owner realised the loss he had to endure
No wonder she had walked away so fast,
It wasn't just me she had broken,
She had broken the owner's heart.