Hole

My heart beats only for you,
can you hear it?
Time came when I offered it to you,
hoping you'd accept it.
Time pass and you slowly
grew tired of it.
Broke it.
Shining, glistening, pieces of it
now lie scattered like a sea of glass.
Slowly beating, crying.
I pick them up one by one.
Their sharp edges scarring me, wounding me.
But no scar, no wound, was more painful
than the huge hole you left on my chest.
Can you see it?