Stolen

I am sorry, sweetheart,
For stealing your heart.
I'll keep it safe in a small cage,
Put it on the space between my bones,
And throw the key into the depth of hell.

I won't promise not to break it,
But whenever your heart breaks,
My bones will crack in response.
Your pain will be mine, too.

I'm sorry, my dear,
For claiming your heart as mine,
Making a permanent tattoo on it,
And keeping it hostage.

But if one day you want it back,
I will crack open my bones and go into the depth of hell for you.
Breaking myself,
Only to give back something that is no longer mine.

I would be left with an empty space between my bones and a permanent burn on my skin.
And you'd be left with your unscarred heart.
And when it happens,
My pain will never be yours anymore.

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I've been trying so hard to write a good poem but this piece of shit is the only thing I can come out with! It doesn't even sound great. Ugh. It's rather hard to make a poem when you're not heartbroken.