I turn my heart
upside-down
for you,
shaking it
out and allowing
the contents to
clatter
to the ground
where they remain,
lain out around
your feet
because you have
no need
for the little pieces
of me
and so I stay

incomplete.

Alongside your silhouette,
My heart treads carefully,
Avoiding the land mines,
Pulled pin hand grenades,
And sharpshooters.
Bullets casted in the memories,
Ready to set my bones ablaze