The Heartbreaker

I gave him my heart to break it,
He reached for it cautiously and took it gingerly,
He cradled it tenderly in his palm,
I stood aside and watched wide eyed,
He squeezed it held it tightly in his grasp,
It felt- AMAZING
But then again it wasn’t what I wanted.
He started to play with it,
Rocked it a little harder back and forth,
I wanted to take it back but I-
Then it stopped all of it he gave it back,
The bastard I did not want it,
A few weeks nothing, nothing but an ache in my chest,
I did not know why it kept throbbing,
He came back for it again said he made a mistake,
I looked into his dreamy eyes and gave it back to him,
He snatched it and grasped it tightly in his clutch,
I knew it was a mistake, a mistake I made twice,
But I gave him my heart to break it.
He started to play with it again,
He tossed it into the air higher and higher,
He wanted to see how high he could throw and catch it,
It was pretty high,
I did not want him to give it back,
No anything but that!
But then one day he threw it too high,
It fell onto the concrete hard, very hard,
SQUISH! I watched in horror as the blood oozed out,
He walked away nonchalantly refusing to even look at me,
I then burst into tears practically crying my eyes out,
How could he break my heart?

Poem by museofmusic

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