No Adhesive to fix my Heart

I gave him my heart to keep

I let him do whatever he pleased.

He kept it secure and tight

He kept it at his side all night.

How could you return a gift so precious

something from me and now you think its hectic.

Instead of giving me back my heart whole

You ripped it and returned it ,my very soul.

It hurts to know the tape you used to mend your heart just fell apart.

Or the glue you used was toxic and made your sick and nauseous.

It's even worse when the staple pricks you and the stitches somehow sliced you.

No adhesive could get the job done.

So I'm sitting here melting in the sun.

Just hoping the next time to remember what I learned.