He Made Her Heart Whole

She presented it to him
On a porcelain platter.

It was something
She protected with all her might.

He took it,
Held it in his hand.

He admired it,
Looking at it from every angle.

The mask of love fell away
And his eyes held an evil glint.

He broke it
With one hand.

The shards fell to the floor
And he picked up one.

It caught the sun
And a gash of red
Crossed her chest.

He spun on his heel
And left with a piece of her heart.

She fell to the ground
And swept up the pieces
Of her broken heart.

It took months
Before she fit it back together,
But still it was missing
A piece.

She put away
Her patched up heart
Far away.
Swearing never to give it away.

More months had passed
And exactly a year later,
She took out her heart.
It had healed
And no one could tell
That it was broken at all
Until the saw the hole
Where the missing piece should be.

She put away her heart.

Another year had passed
And he came along.
He was more charming
Than the one before.
More loving
Than the one before.
More than the one before.

This one was different
And she really considered
Giving him her heart.

She took it out once more.

Although the hole
Reminded her of past pains,
She placed it on
The porcelain platter
And presented it
As if it was whole.

He took it,
Held it in his hand.

He admired it,
Looking at it from every angle.

He noticed the hole,
Astonishment washed over his face.

He reached into his pocket,
Pulled out a shard,
Popped it in the hole
And made her heart whole.

He made her heart whole.