In the middle of the night,
I broke into your chest.
I stole your heart without meaning to-
It was like sleepwalking.

In the morning,
I woke up with your heart in my hands.
I didn't want to keep it,
But it had already spilled its contents on me.

I snuck back to return your heart
But you stood there, looking at me
With an emptiness in your chest,
Love pouring out from the hole.

I tried to put you back together
But the red love on the floor
Had left the tiles slick
And you fell.

In the middle of the night,
I left you alone
With a slippery heart in your hands
That neither you nor I
Could hold onto.