I've looked under our couch.
I've tossed every ******* pillow across the room looking for your heart because I noticed you've been acting distant.

I checked in every single one of our closets, twice, and my fingers got caught in the door when I slammed it shut. I know I promised I wouldn't slam doors anymore. It's just that I'm getting so frustrated; I've been looking everywhere.

I stood up on our kitchen counters to check for it one the shelves and found nothing but dust. I'll get around to cleaning that I promise.

I got so desperate that I had to resist the urge to tear up the bedroom floor looking for it.

I had to resist taking my fists to the white painted walls in our bedroom, the ones I know you find terribly bland. I will make time to paint them just like I promised.

Behind those walls, you wouldn't hide your hear there would you my love?

You haven't left it anywhere in our house have you?

I'll search new places.
I will.
I will if that's what I have to do to have it back again.
I'll even swim to the deepest darkest parts of the ocean to find your heart again.

Please.

You know I would drown trying.

I don't want to die.
But I'm going so crazy looking for your love that if I spend any more time feeling this sick

I might.

So I should stop searching,
shouldn't I?

Because you've hidden your heart
in a place I'll never think to look.

You gave it away.
You gave your heart to someone else.

It is no longer mine.

But I'm still here.

With my ear pressed against this ******* wall
trying to hear the sound of your heartbeat once more.