My Poems Of Life

My Heart

Taken.

Mine.

All mine.

It brings up me.

It takes me down.

Mine all mine.

I depend on it.

I need it.

I love it.

I hate it.

Someone comes.

Tries to take it from me.

Why.

They could.

The power is in their hands.

It hurts knowing they could.

Take it all away from me.

I was happy.

I am happy.

But you always do this.

You ruin things.

You but in and things aren't the same anymore.

I want you to go away.

It is mine.

All mine.

Call me a jealous child.

I don't care.

This the one good thing.

Good thing in my life.

You have your own.

Why play with mine.

You don't get it.

You never will.

One good thing.

And here you are.

Wanting to take it.

Be apart of it.

Why.

Why do you care.

Leave me be.

It is mine.

Not yours.

It scares me you could make it the other way round.

Stop.

Please stop.

It bleeds.

I bleed.

Tears because you're taking it.

Slowly taking it.

Ripping it from me.

Until I am the stranger.

If you take it.

When you take it.

I will spit at you.

I will be wounded.

Don't expect my sympathy.

Of my blessing.

You will steal something.

Something that is mine.

Not yours.

If I stole it.

Your it.

You would be the same.

But worse.

How is this fair?

You're leaving me hollow.

I have mine.

You have yours.

Leave it be.