This Heart

You held a piece of my heart

This small little piece

That I didn't think

Was that significant

Until it was gone

Is it okay to cry?

Am I pathetic for missing it?

Am I wrong for saying it didn't hurt?

I wish I could let this go.

Even after this time...

I'm still not sure what to do

Everytime I try to heal the wounds

You seem to tear them back open

I wonder if you realize

I wonder if you even care

I wonder if you'd cringe to see me shed a tear

I hope you know

That you got closer

To this heart

Than anyone in a long time.

The End

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