Foresight

I should have seen it coming, but it was too late. Shards of my broken heart were strewn carelessly around me. You were no where to be seen, so I was left to pick up the pieces. The sharp glass edges of my fragile heart cut me deeply. There was no way I could fix this mess. You'd done too much damage. I stare down through my tearful eyes at what's left of me, wishing it could have ended differently, but I don't know what else I expected.