Humpty Dumpty Heart
I left town
even though I loved him
because I had no other choice
than to follow the path
I was told I had to take
and my heart shattered into
a million pieces
but I held it together
all for him.
For four months
I squeezed my heart in place,
I willed my hands to compact
the shards together again,
but I ended up crushing it
into smaller pieces and
I lost some shards along the way.
He took those shards with him
when he left.
The one after him
offered to help nurse my heart
back to health,
so I loosened my grip
on the sharp edges
of my glass muscle
and I let him see
the ugly, broken pieces of me
that I kept hidden
from everyone else,
but I dropped a piece or two.
He picked them up,
but I had run away before
he could give them back.
The last one
let me heal.
He gave me glue to
piece together what was left
of me, and because I loved him,
I let him help solve
the jigsaw puzzle that I
could no longer recognize
as having once been a part of me.
He was so kind,
so willing to help hold my heart
together
while I tried to put my
Humpty Dumpty heart together again,
that I didn't notice him
sneaking pieces of me
into his pocket before he left.
I tell you this
because I need you to be okay
with my fragile heart.
It's small and I haven't
let myself part with it before now.
But because I love you,
I'm giving you my
Humpty Dumpty heart; all of it,
not just stolen pieces or the broken bits.
I'm giving you the scars
and the glued-together parts
and the pieces you colored
to make my heart
a beautiful stained-glass organ.
You have made the broken beautiful,
you have put the tattered back together,
and you have filled the empty spots.
Because I love you,
I'm giving you all of my trust,
all of my love,
and all of the parts of me
I never thought could be whole again.