Ever since you gave back the part of my heart that was yours, I’ve kept it locked in a box in the back of my closet,
I can still hear it beating, pulsing sometimes when it’s really quiet, when the darkness fills every corner of my being and sometimes
when I’m brave enough I’ll take it out, dust it off and feel it in my hands, still
beating for you. Still hurting, heart-wrenching pain fills me from head to toe, but I’m
still breathing for you. The pain is overwhelming but I can still feel the sunshine, the spring you put inside my heart, the forget-me-nots you gave me blooming, warming me.
I wish I could get rid of them, but I’ll always keep these feelings for you locked up tight in that box, only taking them out, only feeling
when I’m missing you.