Then it happened.
A heart was pushed toward me,
But the heart was not mine.
It was broken, useless.
Looking for an idiot to take it in.
That idiot, I vowed, would not be me.
But of course I caved, of course I did.
I was like putty in that hearts hands.
As quick as it came, it was gone.
I was in too deep by then.
So my own heart went along for the ride.