i'm locking my heart
in a square shaped box.
nothing pretty,
for i don't deserve it.
i've given my heart
to the monster under my bed,
the boogie man who haunts my dreams.
he has dark eyes
and a twisted smile,
along with every pretty word
designed to make a girl melt.
but the beast was a trickster,
a demon with cruel games.
he wanted my heart,
along with my soul,
my life,
i nearly lost my last name.
but my monster threw me down,
spit, swore, called names,
strangled my breath away.
all i had before was shattered,
the broken pieces
of who  i used to be,
scattered, lost, dead to him,
dead to me.
blackness filled my lungs
like a poison.
i longed to heal him,
take his darkness away
so that he may live as a mortal man.
he wanted to remain
untouchable, unstoppable,
and my poor heart couldn't stay.
i carved it out of my chest
to lock it up for good,
keep it far away from any being,
so that i may save it
for the monster under my bed
when he returns,
and i pray that he should.