You have taken my heart,
ripped it out from my chest,
sewed me back up so I don’t bleed to death,
and with that you give me that look you always gave me,
you locked my heart away in your little black box,
and walked away,
I can no longer chase after you for what you took from me,
I cant plead for it back anymore,
I can only cry and die slowly,
I haven't died yet from a stolen heart,
but it has only been a month,
give it time,
and I wont be able to feel anything anymore,
and that is when I I will be able to smile my empty smile,
and laugh my fake laugh,
and live my life in a safe lie,
without a heart,
that you keep in your little black box,
as it still beats for you.