The Day I Broke Your Heart

While I was transfixed at the man's eyes,
my fingers subconsciously slipped...
...and looking down, I saw the bloody, beating mess
of your soft fluttering little vessel,
torn to pieces by itself,
twisting inward,
breathing sideways.

It became a crooked accident in my watery eyes.

Bending down to pick it up,
my palms turned blue with desperate depression
trying to apologize for things done wrong.
So I could scoop you back up,
& kiss the bruises from cold concrete floors.