A box of bandages
Lies open in front of me.

It's a pack of hundred.

But who was I kidding
When I thought it would be enough
To fix this tattered heart,
Which was too big and too soft
For its body, its world to contain?

You told me you'd protect it
But you held it in your palms
And crushed it.

There's no bandages in this world
that can heal a broken heart.