Box It Up & Build It Better

It's like when you exchange your heart for another. You hope and pray that they will take care of it and box it up as precious as glass. Then they drop it and it hurts you inside so you pick it up and walk away.

That is the moment when two hearts become too much to handle. Too much of a good thing. Then you patch it up and make amends and try so hard to make things right. The other person wants nothing more to do with you so they ask for their heart back. You give it to them, in hopes that they will prize it just as highly as you did.

As you dream at night you dream of things that never seem to be, but always seem to happen in your head. You wake up each night feeling different, like you are missing something. Oh my dear what you have yet to realize...

Is that, instead of giving them their precious and highly prized heart, you gave them yours again. Wrapped in hope and love lost dreams and camouflaged by what you memorized their heart to be. It was nothing but a fake. You were so confused by which was which, because to you, your hearts were one. In the midst of all the sadness that your empty shell created, you switched that prized possession and have kept it all along.

How does it feel to live with someone elses heart in place of yours? Do your dreams ever become reality? Do you know how to work it correctly? Can you treat it when it's ill? Oh whatever will you do? How will you exist? By brain power only??? I doubt that. You can't just send it off in a package of peanuts, it isn't that easy.

So here you are, starting from scratch. Building it up, from the root of your chest to the length of your spine, down the veins of your legs out the soul of your eyes. Trying to remember the pieces that made you whole, and keeping your mind out of the hole. I trust that you will experience it again, that loss, that joy, that love lust feeling. You just have to work hard, make it worth their while, never settle and always grow higher.

Darling, dear, it is just a matter of time.