what a beautiful soul you used to own until you gave it away to someone else to hold. someone you assumed you could trust, someone you thought who would give it back. then they didn’t, but you didn’t mind, not at all. then they tried but you refused to take it, told them it was theirs now, to keep. “just be gentle,” you said. “don’t you like it?” you asked. and they did. they even grew to love it. for awhile. now they just tuck it away in their pocket or stow it away in their basement, only looking at it when they need to remind themselves of the power they possess. soul snatchers, thieves? no. just another lover fallen out of love, overcome with greed and insecurities. you see, you reassure them that there’s someone there, someone always ready to give and give until nothing is left, but the remains of a tattered heart. share your best parts, bits of you, but never your entirety. never more than you can stand to lose. because now look at you, lying there, just a thing of skin and bones – rubble, when you should’ve been a sanctuary to call your own.
Leave a comment