I don't know if I was born with a heart, really. I had a functioning shell of something filled with blood, pulling it in and letting it go just like we do with each other, warming ourselves in someone's arms, then being cast off too soon, hopefully ready, hopefully able and strong and clean. Functioning isn't the same as being whole.
So then everyone who comes along with a kind word, drops off a little piece of heart, making me stronger maybe. Then you. And you showed me the sky but while i was looking up, you grabbed so many pieces of my heart, reaching in like a child snatching cookies behind his mother's back. You were gone before I could say wait!
you should know it took many, many people to fill up all those pieces that you stole.
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