You wont want to give me your whole heart,
But I’ll pick at the cement wall around it,
Piece by piece,
Night after night,
When the lights are out and your guard down.
Then when you’re most resistant,
I’ll fit.
Right through the hole I picked,
And steal it.
It will be warm and well nurtured,
You wont mind me holding on to it.
Even come to like it in my possession.
The more you like it the heavier it grows.
And a burden it becomes.
A weight too much to bear.
I'll find a nice place in the forest beneath the pines,
Or down by the water.
Night after night,
When the lights are out and your guard down,
I'll slip outside and pick at the earth,
A heart shaped hole just big enough to fit yours.
Then when you feel most secure, most safe,
I'll drop it, and bury it, and walk away.
It will grow cold,
And call to you through the breeze,
Or through the waves.
You wont hear and you wont search for it.
You’ll search for me, to no avail.
I’ve long mastered the art of escape.