Poesia (31.3)

ouch, I have done it again

I feel my heart is severely broken.
I was the one to break it.
I, while trying to mend it, turned it to ashes.
I, with others, tried to mend a soft part, that needed time to heal, not glue to overwork it.
I sense my heart has been through an awful lot.
I taste my heart sour now, even having it been sweet once.
I hear it beating skipping rhythm.
I do not want to hear it anymore.