Their sharpened swords stabbed through his fragile heart.

Ripping it in two, ripping his core apart.

It took them a few words, still, they cut deep.

Stealing emotions, making him sorely weak.

Their doubled-edged swords cutting connections.

He gazed to the stars, true in their reflection.

A place in his heart forever reserved.

For the one that he loved but didn’t deserve.

They twisted their swords; it tore him apart.

They broke what was left; they broke his fragile heart.