Pieces

From that First glance that we both broke 

To the first time we spoke.
In broken sentences, tinged with Hope.
The little pieces—those mattered most.

Careful words and Cautious touch,
To keep from breaking each other’s trust.
Then walls caved, their defenses aflame.
Whose fire soon broke through both of us.

You told me that you'd never break.
And you were right, to my dismay.
Did you speak for lying's sake,
Just promise for my heart’s content?

I could have weathered winter's frost,
Left my haven, Put down my guard
But all you gave were broken starts
And broken keys to padlock hearts.