Untitled Poetry

Fourty One

Once upon a time,
My heart was battered and bruised.
It was ripped out of my chest,
Torn apart
And forced to love someone
That did not love it back,
And that the heart itself
Did not love.
It was monotonous and bleak,
Tired and sad.
It was pulled on and crushed,
Cold and dark.
Today,
I have picked it up,
Wiped it clean,
And given it to you.
I don't regret it at all
My love,
Because you make me
Whole again.