Can you give it back?

It’s just like a body

without a brain

without lungs

without blood

without anything that holds the adjective

‘vital’

Dear, what’s the point?

If the pain in my chest

will only spread like wild fire

and the blood in my veins

will only make it grow

the tears in my eyes

will be like calcium to my bones

You leaving,

was more than having my limbs ripped out

by a cold blooded murderer

and yes, it hasn't happened

but I imagine is about the same

Maybe if you haven’t taken anything

I could be whole

but my heart

was sewn to your sleeve

how could have you returned it

if you didn't know it was there

if you still don’t know it’s there

Can you realize it’s there?

Can you give it back?

my chest feels empty without it

my brain has a hard time

trusting anyone

this walls, they protect me,

but they keep me trapped

Dear, can you return it?

put the tiny pieces inside a box

tie it safely with a red bow

give it to me as a present

on the day that I was born