Candy Glass Heart

Love only at the start, king of her heart.
Heart in hand, unnerving grin, twist in hand.
Tosses and spits, a profane kind of art.
Amused by his work, he leaves and she stands.
She looks around,
her skin splatters with the words of a thousand voices.
"Your pain is manipulative."
Cheeks pink.
She sighs and she cries
and she makes a choice.
Her heart's on the hardwood floor.
She wants your midnights, a love that won't stray.
She wants your love, love that's forevermore.
Pick up the pieces of her heart and please stay.
With all the midnights you give her, spending.
Her broken heart is finally mending.