If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you hold it in your palm, but keep quiet?

Would you hold it above your head, loud and proud?

Or would you crush it until it breaks?

Until it smashes to the ground, glass on glass

7 different pieces, each one molded to your touch

I trusted you, but you took advantage of my love

The spirals cascade, the betrayal sets in, suddenly it feels too hard to breathe

I thrash about, in an empty room, the silence enveloping me

I sit and think and ponder and wonder

I beat myself up over someone who isn’t worth it

But my heart can’t seem to get the message

I know now

If your hand could reach inside my heart, you’d keep it

Just to torture me

You’d keep it

Just to have my deepest secrets

My deepest desires

You’d keep it

To hoard it over my head

Again and again

That’s worse, I think, than just letting it smash to the ground