There's an empty cavity where my heart once lived.
I remember it being boisterous and selfless.

I ripped it out of my own flesh.  A sacrifice. A gift for you,
So that you'd never have to feel alone again.

I healed the scars on it myself.
They used to be wounds from careless lovers who were never good enough.

Once it was whole, I knew a place I could put it for safe keeping, a home in someone else.
You were always the place I could trust.

When my heart first left me, I was overjoyed that it was with you.
So happy and loud, I could hear my heart beat inside your chest no matter our distance.

But I don't hear it anymore.
The beating has been extinguished by pain and confusion.

I can't help but to think it was better off with me.
Still, I don't want it back... It was always yours anyway.