I took your heart in the middle of the night
What I didn't know was that you were awake
You smiled, turned over, and let me keep it
But one day it suddenly started to break
I tried to fix it with duct tape and glue
Frantically sewing it back together
But the stitches all fell apart
And our relationship, we knew, we would have to sever
So you took back your heart, and I replaced it again
In my chest with my own heart,
And as we were separated, I wondered if yours
Was healing while mine refused to start
Slowly it began to seal up the cracks
Slowly I began to feel fine
I moved on from memories and the sting of being single
And I was okay with my heart being mine
But then we saw each other again
And the pain came back, repeated
However, we talked about it and got back together
Once we did, the pain receded
But I tried to steal his heart again
And this time he caught me while he was awake
And told me I couldn't have it because it belonged to someone else––
It wasn't mine to take
So the next time I'm given someone's heart
I'm not going to be a thief for naught, my friend––
I'm going to make sure that it's okay to take
So that I'll never be caught like that again.
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...