“Ooooh, look what I’ve got,” he taunts her
Waving it all around
He tosses it into the air once or twice
Then intentionally throws it down
He kicks it some while it’s down there
Then picks it up without wiping it clean
He leaves it dirty and bent and torn
Worse than it had ever been
“You give that back now.” She tries to sound tough
Knowing she’ll never succeed
For the thing he’s been holding and toying with forever
Is something she’ll certainly need
“What? It’s mine now,” he sneers
“You gave it to me long ago.”
And she opens her mouth to deny it
But can’t, because it is so
So patiently she starts to plead
“Be careful, please don’t tear it apart.
For although it obviously means nothing to you,
I desperately need my heart.”
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