“What are you going to do with this heart?” I asked when you stole it right out of my chest.
You had to admit it was a heart quite attractive–young and pure, impatient to give away its love.
“I’m going to keep it,” you assured and I trusted you.
I watched my heart as you held it, alive and beating at a crazy pace, happy that it finally belonged to someone. I believed it was now in good hands. I believed it’d be safe with you and you’d take good care of it.
But then I watched you play with it, as if it were an object easy to replace.
I asked you to be careful, but you dismissed me with a wave of your hand. Bored with the toy that ceased to entertain you, you simply threw it away and let it shatter to pieces, like it never meant a thing to you.
Without an effort, you got rid of the heart you promised to keep, while I was left with my non-disposable love for you. I was left with the useless feeling, designed to last forever, scarring the poor, naive heart I once let you steal from me.
Inspired by one of this week’s InMon prompts.