Shatters so sharp 

you could bleed on it's edges

Does it seem biased that you left

me here in pain

While adjusting isn't a problem

for you

His voice reminds me of you 

Their love knocks on my memory

And the breeze of cologne 

agonizes me to the bone

There is not a cure nor prescription available 

For my illness that confines me

That they nicknamed 

broken heart

This poem is written for a person very close to me that is going through a hard time. I love you. Hang in there.