Shattered

Technically I don't think this is a poem. Everyone seems to categorize it as such.
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Shattered
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"Wait, what?"
"Care to repeat that?" Thinking way too fast.
"Oh.. I see.. No! S'okay, don't apologize.."
My heart.. Horrendously shattered.
How can this happen?
I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?
Looking into your eyes, I see.. Loathing?
No. No, of course not!
What is it then? Why can't I read you?
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

A double blow.. Did my heart just wither?
"Oh," I don't understand, "You.. I can't.. But why?!"
He said it.. I cannot seem to stop choking.
"Did I do something wrong?"
He hurriedly tries to assure me. Hardly enough.
I know when he lies. I can feel tears forming.
I want to stop them but yet... I can't.
I try to be silly, lighten my own sorrow.
"I guess it was MY shelf life we should have worried about."
I try to laugh but it comes out a sob, why can't I stop?

My heart.. Feels burned and blistered,
Seared and shattered.
I didn't see it coming.. "Over?" I echo.
Everything he says, my answer stays the same
"I see." Still tears trail down my cheeks.
I still can't breathe. "Call me later?" Did he just ask that?
"Sure," It comes out a whisper. Before he leaves, "So this is what it feels like."
I don't think he hears me, I dearly hope not.
He does. He asks me what I mean.
"My heart. It's gone. Crumbled up and crashed down."
He's quiet. I'm not sure what to think.
He turns away.