You gifted me your heart
and I kept it close to mine.
It was my prized procession
and I was determined to keep it safe.
My heart soon grew cold
no longer warm enough
to comfort yours.
I put your heart in my back pocket
and forgot as I sat in another mans lap.
I listened to it shatter under the weight
of my selfishness,
through the sobbing of your voice,
and the soft screams into your pillow.
The person who once knew
how to sew the tears in your confidence
suddenly ripped the seams
and singed the threads.
You told me my name
gave you panic attacks.
you forgave me.
With a hug that felt like home
with a kiss that felt like I love you
and a presense that felt like...
You forget how much you need it
and suddenly you can’t get enough.
“I’ve missed you”.
I may not ever feel
as though I deserve this second chance
but I am forever grateful