Pulverized

I blame me.
I let you do it repeatedly.
I continue to give you my heart.
So you can continue to tear it apart.
I allow it to be your toy.
It's all yours to destroy.
What do I need my heart for?
You may have it, again, to shatter once more.
One last time is all you've got.
I think the superglue is completely shot.
No tape or paste can repair the break.
This has become much more than just a heartache.