Theft of a Broken Heart

There are some things you can fix.
A broken heart is not one of them.
Trust is hard earned,
And hardly ever deserved.
Once broken, that's the end of it.
No blood nor memories can change this.
We can move on, forgive and forget,
But the skin of the heart is fragile,
And the slightest tear is immortal.
You can't sew it back up.
You can't fix what you've done.
The tear will remain,
And every future contact
Will be singed with the hissing pain
Of a heart ripping open
With the pressure of the hurt that stays.
A broke heart is not so easily healed.
No amount of stitches with seal it for good.
No apologies lined with staples can
Seal the cracks you've created.
There are some things that can be healed.
Some walls you can't rebuild.
Some balls that won't return to court.
You've hit it out of the park,
And you've emptied my broken heart.
Forced apologies made with empty words
Are your only offering.
But I've been to the doctor,
Explained the stabbing pain in my back,
Right behind my ribcage,
And he explained to me,
That my heart was taken from me.
And until it is returned with promises
Of goodbyes,
I will never recover from my ailment.
I'll never be free of the searing pain
You brought into my life.
There are some things you can fix;
A broken heart is not one of them.
Least of all, when you refuse
To give it time to heal itself.