Your heart in a jar.

I hope you don’t mind...
But I have taken your heart
You once gave it to me as some kind of prize
But you soon forgot the giving you’d done
Trying to squander it and make it cheap.

I try to remember what I saw in you
For it’s not there now in your empty shell
It’s almost sad to think you not there
But in your heart a glimmer of us
So I cut it out…of your broken chest.

I’m not a surgeon, not even a thief
I’m just what you left behind
So what if I perform a backstreet operation?
It’s the only way I’m going to preserve my medication
What do you need it for anyway? When you neglected to give a damn.

You don’t deserve a part of us
You’re not him, how could a spectre be?
You’re a fake, a phoney and you have changed
Put your fingers in the incision across your chest
Pull back the skin so I can remove your heart while it’s still mercifully undamaged.

I fear too much exposure will disintegrate your heart
So I have put it in a sealed glass jar
I promise to treasure it, like you never did
On a shelf next to mine with it’s identical lid
Well now, as I touch the crude stitching with bloody hands
I’ll smile now that we are finally back as one

I love your heart…in a jar.