Forgotten Heart

Where is my heart? It's draped in the corner underneath an old dirty blanket waiting for someone to come and take it out of it's place and show it some care. Bite me! I know you don't want anything to do with me though I don't understand why I still give a crap about what you think of me. I don't understand why it makes me ill to know that you are sitting there not thinking of me, doing other things that make you happy and not paying attention to anything I do. I don't know why it makes me mad that you can go on like nothing ever happened, as though nothing ever changed, as though you never met me, never knew me, never cared a thing about me. Why is it that this is the truth? Maybe its because I let my heart out of my chest and let you have it for a while - I didn't know you'd bring it back and just leave it in the corner unattended. And now I'm twisted, I'm screwed up, I'm left alone and crazed and with a heart that only has the protection of a blanket and not the body that it belongs inside of. Thanks. (2007)