My heart

I love you… that scares me.
I handed you my heart,
You placed it in your pocket,
Kissed me gently and said,
Thank you.
Then we ran a marathon,
And my crystal heart
Chipped against your keys,
Your phone,
Your knife,
Your stash.
And I never thought a quarter ounce
of anything would break me.
But I still love you, a lot.
And that scares me, a lot.
I handed you my heart on a silver platter
My ability to reason, gone
My responsibilities, shafted
And I continued to cling to you
With my most fragile organ
Let loose to fend for itself
Against lighters and money,
Pens and dirt
You fell off skateboards,
Got in fights
And went to drug deals
With that baby sized metronome
Nestled deep in your pocket
And you continued to grind it
To glittered oblivion
But I fucking love you…
That fucking scares me.
I compromised my dreams,
My grades and
The Ivy League
Promising to follow you
All I needed was one compromise
One thing
One tiny strike of a match
That didn’t need to be struck
But for me compromising everything
Wasn’t enough compensation
For the cashed out
Musk taste that filled your lungs
Sometimes three times a day
And though, the only thing left of my once perfect ticker
Is a shimmering dust
I love you… and that scares me
So I was still willing to let you
Try to piece every grain of me
Back into what I once was.
But instead you simply scattered it.
Like ashes after a funeral
And you didn’t even take me to the rocky shore like I wanted…
You just left me here,
In this barren wasteland
We once called home.

My heart


Joined March 2008

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