I Broke My Heart

I broke my heart once to see what would happen.

Would I cry? Would I die? Would I wait for relief?

You cascaded your way to me on bended knee.

You told me you'd love me for me.

I gave my heart away to you, the man on one knee,

I gave it to you, taped and in need.

You scooped up my heart, so injured in your hands,

Shaking and crying in my wake.

I lay there in tears, damaged and numb

As the life slowly beat away from my chest.

A life with no beat is like music with no rhythm,

I collapse without structural support.

Now here we are with hands intertwined

Like a bookmark set against paper.

You sat with me quietly with needle and thread piecing my puzzle together.

My head on your chest I could feel your heart beat,

Mending my own vicariously.

To heal with a thread, damage must be done; each snag a sign of healing.

I hate being seen so tired, drawn, and weak with fear of it leaving an impression.

But your eyes studied me with crystal detail and despair, as if taking the pain from my body.

Your hand never left mine no matter how hard I squeezed,

Like a knot it only got tighter.

You wrote your love on the pages of my heart,

Each beat an electrifying new chapter.

I whimper now remembering where we left off,

Where the pages were thrown in the fire.

My hand took hold of yours as you squeezed mine tightly,

You led me bravely through the night.

You were my eyes when I was too blind to see

But I know not of the dangers of the night because you would never let me.

My heart was a book and you were the reader

Who hung over a cliff in the end.

So now as you die, my love, in my arms, you give back my heart in its entirety.

It's still broken in fact, its been done over twice

As I feel our grip on each other leave.

I broke my heart once to see what would happen

And never would I think that I would be free.

Stagnant, alone

It's just me.