never share anything you love or like with them  
so that the one day
when things have ended
nothing is robbed from you
you can continue to love everything as you did before
without thinking of them at all

you were high
and sound asleep
and you were dreaming of things that could never be
things like you and me

and you made sounds in your sleep
that made my stomach stir
and i held you close because you were cold and shaking
and i thought that this would be the last time

the last time I would give in to you
and let your addiction win
because i was just as bad
surrendering myself just as much as you were

you gave in to the highs of drugs
and i gave in to your lows of life

one hundred thousand love letters
to my King
ten a day, two before bed
words detailing the stories of our love and it's follies
there is nothing in this world more sacred to me than the connection
of your soul and mine
we came together
against all odds
here we are
there you were
for me
my King

what's powerful enough to make an adult cry?
memories of a happier time

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.