Hello my dear, here is a gift for you.
It’s my heart, I’ve wrapped it up for you, do you like the wrapping paper?
I found it next to the lies and the deceet, you left it behind when you left.
I remember when you gave it to me, remember that day in september, my septerber ?
You asked me to wheather I would Love you for my whole life and I said – that’s a very long time, and you said that’s okay we’d live that long.
You may wan’t to open it carefully, it’s fragile – You dropped it on the your way out the door in such a haste that day, remember? I haven’t been able to put it back together. I’m giving it to you, because It belongs to you, I sit with it at home and watch it, stare at it, feel it, and It’s not mine – I have no association with it. When you open the box, don’t throw the paper away, though I think you won’t becase we both know, its who you are …
I’m not angry or frustrated, I don’t feel remorse or disapointment anymore .. since I have given you my heart.
If It breaks and falls and shatters in echoing splinters at your feet through recklessness, I worry not.
For My will to live and to feel and my every love and thought will be each breaking splinter that leaves your hand.
My dear, I’m not giving you this gift, I’m returning what you took, and left behind.Do with it what you will … It never stoped you before.