III.

So I guess you can take my heart,

And chuck it,

Because it never meant much to you anyways,

Staying out all night, riding on a whim,

And me, evading sleep, begging you’re okay,

Just to see you walk in the door, and

I drift off comforted before,

You sneak away with my heart again.

I could never have known it was

A yo-yo; a children’s toy,

A disaster example,

Of the butterfly effect,

You damaged it,

When you had it and now,

Its breaking hearts everywhere,

Because even though I think you put it back,

It isn’t there.