broken bones

» heartless

i hold your heart in my hands,
wheezing and writhing and wounded,
a mess of an organ,
ripped from its cage and brought into the open

it is like a bird that has been freed for the first time;
vulnerable and innocent and stupid,
tasting freedom like it's some sort of gateway drug,
and longing to be trapped once more

your heart is nothing like you are
there is no strength, no power, no pride;
your heart is incomplete without you,
but you are fine without it

it is cold and warm at the same time—
cold because it no longer has the comfort of your chest,
and warm because it is starting to like
the softness of my palms

maybe you are a fool,
for trusting me with something that is so vital
to your existence,
something so utterly essential

and maybe you are in love,
because you don't seem to care that i have your heart
clasped between my fingers,
aching and hurting and hoping

and still maybe you are just broken,
searching for someone to take your heart away,
so that you no longer have to deal
with the pain of owning it