Broken

Yes you say

To the boy with the heart In his hands 

Bruised and covered in bandages 

But willing to take a chance 

He gives you his all

His time, money and thoughts

He needs your heart too

Your broken, damaged, taped back together 

no good heart.

Delivered in pieces you try to give it up 

He treasures your heart 

Kept in a glass case

But do you treasure his?

Or could it be replaced?

Politely he asks for it all

Your love. Your time, effort and thoughts.

On the floor wrapping it all up.

Closed shut and tied with a bow.

His name scribbled on the top, ready to show. 

You can't.

You feel Stubborn,

But that's okay.

Some of your heart is meant to stay.