You shattered the remainder of my heart, yet you expect me to be okay with it day after day.

You're talking crazy, Cassie. Let me break that glass around you."I wrap my hand around the door knob and allow tears to fall. "That's the problem with glass, Keith. When you break it, it cuts you." I swing the door open. "And pieces are left shattered everywhere that you can never put back together.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

A heart can be shared.
Who decided that a 'broken heart' was a bad thing?

At first, I was lost in you, but now you're lost on me.