Left lonely and afraid, you stole my heart. Swallowed it whole as if it was a free meal. You ate it up, used it, pretended it was yours. You determined you had some rights to this heart. You ripped the skin from the walls and took the blood from inside my veiled heart. Did you not see the ache this anguished heart held?
Did you believe somehow that this heart was yours for the taking? You ruined my heart, my wistful open beautiful heart. Pretending somehow I would forget you opened this heart. You asked for my heart, begged for it to be yours. Then discarded it as if it never existed.
But I gave it to you, let you hold it in the only hands I had ever trusted. Soft, comfortable all-encompassing hands. They embraced my heart. The only hands I had ever behoved with my heart.
Your hands grew week, dropping my thirsty loved filled heart to the ground. You couldn’t handle all this beloved heart had to give. So you wasted its beauty, its matchless love.
My heart lies waiting on the floor, abandoned and lonely.
Please pick up my heart.
A follow-up to – A broken heart