My Heart is on the Floor

My heart is on the floor.
Unable to lift its head, to look around,
and see the pieces it’s been shattered into.

It seems like it’s been trodden on, a lot.
Maybe even by me myself (by accident),
but it’s definitely not getting up anytime soon.

It’d been laying low for a while now anyway,
unable to work properly, feel, Love…
And now it seems it’s willing the last beat… that won’t come,

I think… there was a big explosion one day,
or… someone left it there and forgot to come back for it,
or… maybe a bit of both.

I dunno, maybe someone will notice and pick it up.
They may be able to pump some new life into it.
Or… maybe it will have to figure it out by itself,
grow a brain, and make up some Heart DIY.

But until then, my heart is on the floor.