Take my Heart

here, have my heart

it's a little dirty
because I seem to have the bad habit
of losing it and finding it and losing it again
only to have it reappear
in the dumpster down the street

[it was right outside my neighbors window
  And I fear she might have carelessly
  Tossed it out the window and into the trash
  And when I tried to ask her to never do it again
  She merely closed the door on my face]

it might have a couple cracks too,
from when I tried to hang it on my door
only to have a strong gust of wind
blow it to the ground

[and I think it got stepped on
  By the lady who lives across from me,
  Because her stiletto high heel shoes
  Always kept her too tall above the ground
  To look at anything underneath her nose]

Though it is a bit bent and crushed
I think you should know
That it's only because the person who held it last
Didn't seem to know that
Hearts need room to breathe too

[she only realized she was hugging too hard
  When it was so twisted and deformed
  That it was no longer to her liking
  And no longer fit into her life
  Like a missing puzzle piece]

So here,
Take my heart
And though it's a little dirty
And a little cracked
And perhaps a bit crippled

Take it
And take good care of it

[because I don't want it anymore either]