I gave you my heart
and I trusted you.
to protect it
to love it
to never let it shatter.
But you took it,
and you broke it.
Like it made no difference that I loved you.
that I needed you
that I'd bleed for you
and I'd defend you
to the end...
You appoligized,
but still,
appologizies aren't thread.
They won't sew my heart back together.
There's no use in trying.
But you handed it back to me anyway
with tears in your eyes,
and it helped.
Because I still loved you,
even without a heart...
though, I admit...
it was definitely hard...
to make myself stop crying...
I told you that you owe me one.
A new heart.
One that's not so cracked..
or patched..
or broken..
A good one.
a whole one.
And you just looked at me,
confused,
unsure of what to do.
So I took it apon myself
to fix our little problem.
I tossed you a reassuring smile,
and I ripped out your heart.
It's much bigger than mine.
I like it more.
I'd call it a fair trade.
To an extent, anyway.
if we don't account for pain.
But please, don't worry, love.
I'll take care not to break it.
Not to hurt you
like you hurt me.
Because I love you
with all my heart...
with all your heart....
And now at least I know that you're mine.
and only mine.
It get's me throught the day ?