Four months ago today,
My heart was cut out and kicked away,
By a boy with curly hair,
Sable eyes and voice so fair.
But I found it. Picked it up.
Took it home in a paper cup,
Resting in a brine of my tears,
Of my hopes, my dreams, my fears.
I have come a long way,
Since that awful, fateful day.
Somehow, I continued living.
I found a way of forgiving.
What happened four months ago,
Is still not through, I know.
For of my heart there’s a piece,
One that he always will keep.
I like to think that someday,
It’ll all be resolved and away
Will the panic at seeing him be.
I hope that someday I will see.
I hope I’m to understand:
He just wanted to hold my hand!
But first had to figure out why,
There was such sameness between he and I.
But alas, tis probably true,
The words meant were not “I love you,â€?
And I’m living in awful, blind hope,
In delusion! (I am such a dope!)
I just want an answer to my
Single question: “Why?â€?
For then, resolved it should be.
For then, I’d fin’lly be free!