If your hand could reach into my heart.

What would you do with it?

Would you pull it out and burn it?

Would you break it into tiny pieces?

Maybe I’m overthinking it,

You wouldn’t crake something

That belongs to me. You know how much

I love to hear my heart beat.

Your eyes remind me of the dark dirt

In the back of my yard. They remind

Me of me would I look at them from afar.

That’s weird, isnt it?

I look back at you, my eyes open in shock.

It wasn’t yours to take, but nevertheless,

Like I’ve always feared, you ripped it apart.

-aubrey