Denial

To anyone who alleged 
that she was heartbroken,
she scoffed and denied, 
the words they had spoken.
She continued this tact,
rejecting and deflecting,
how dare they imply, 
that she was affected?
Her heart wasn’t broken, 
cracked or even scratched,
it was perfectly whole, 
thank you very much.

And that’s what she kept saying, 
day after day,
to anyone who approached her, 
with something to say,
Until one Autumn evening, 
she was running a bath,
and the pieces fell out, 
onto the floor with a smash.
As she stared at the shards, 
on the bathroom floor,
she knew she couldn’t deny, 
her heartbreak, anymore.