I’m guessing you wanted my heart.
Well here, take it.
Keep it close,
a close reminder.
Maybe of the days I spent holding your hand,
resting by your side
kissing your lips.
Or of the nights we’d spend,
talking,
laughing,
and devoting the diminutive time we had
until we’d rest our heads and finally breathe again.
Let it remind you of the trust I had in you,
the moments I dedicated to your needs,
the faith I put in you,
and the love I traded you.
Do you still want my heart,
knowing its lifeless and misunderstood?
Lay it on your dresser,
sit it on the kitchen counter,
carry it in your back pocket,
hang it on your wall.
It may be broken and ugly now,
but let it remind you of why it is.
Let it ask you why you played with it,
or fed it lies.
Why you kept it close, while keeping another’s closer.
Piece it together and keep it as a whole,
let it fill you to the brim,
in weakness,
temptation,
guilt.
Let it take you back to happiness.
Let it move you forward to rejection.
Allow it to take everything that you know and love,
dangle it before you, then shatter it to millions.
One by one-
put it back together.
Why are you crying?
It’s scary isn’t it.
Let it remind you of how it would be if you stayed faithful.
You hesitated.
I’ll take my heart back now.
There are some really excellent lines and ideas in this poem:
ReplyDeleteI love the sass in the first and last lines, they pulled me in and spit me back out at the end.
And I really like the part where the heart became a sort of decoration, something to lay on the dresser or a kitchen counter. Even though it is tangible, the heart is most often seen as abstract, and in these lines you turned it into an object to be placed somewhere..as if to collect dust. Maybe you didn't mean it that way, but the lines were striking regardless.
Lines:
"And finally breathed again"
"And the love I traded you"