Care For It

My love has taken my soul Far away from my being Present only in him Forevermore. Some days, I remember And others I forget What was What could have been Who I was And who I am. To love again, I try so hard. But I am only left With half a heart, Black, burned, and scarred. A hole for a soul Endless yearning. That is no way to love Or live, So my dear, Take the rest. It is yours to keep And care for, For no longer do I want This half a heart.