jar of hearts (a poetry story)

his jar of hearts

i told myself i was never going to fall back in his arms,

now i can't get enough of him

it took me so long to feel alright again,

i should of walked away the first time i did

i should of stayed away

my heart will not be apart of his jar of hearts

i can see his soul through his eyes,
nothing perfect about this man

but my heart is broken too

i should stay gone

because now i crave you,
when i cannot have you in the end

his jar of hearts,

i don't know if my heart will ever be repaired