A Golden Piece
I put my whole heart into her.
Every ounce of my self and every ounce of my soul.
Every gift for her, every flower in every bouquet for her, every jewel in the earrings for her, every word in the love letter for her, every second of my attention was put into her.
And it felt like she had a part of me,
A part of my heart.
A chunk of my soul in the palm of her hand.
But ...
She never gave it back.
She took it with her when she left me.
And I knew she left because of me, but I just wish I could have the peice I once had, back.
I just can't go on knowing that a big slice of me is stashed in a shoebox deep in her closet where she didn't have to think about it.
The peice still still pulls me towards her and, though it's been a while, that part of my heart still beats for her.
No matter how much I want it to stop.