Heart To Stone

Heart To Stone

If give you a piece of myself

don't take advantage.

If I've opened up my hands and given you my broken mending heart,

its much more than a gift,

it's trust suspended and vulnerable.

If I cry and approach you with my concerns,

if I speak in loops and come to you with the same pain and worry,

don't try to fix it,

don't try to excuse it or explain it away.

If I am sincere and ask you something that came from the deepest part of me

and probably took everything to it go to you,

give me no excuses, no lies.

For this is all of me being offered to you,

exposed and open.

This is me giving my all to you,

offering my love and everything I have left to give.

But if the tears stop...

the emotions cease...

and all the periphrastic utterance does not leave my lips,

then know that my broken heart is no longer just broken,

but turned to stone.

Except my tears...

for when they leave

there is nothing else of me that I wish to share,

no more is my trust given,

but all is taken away.

When you've taken advantage,

taken the fragile heart I've held out in my hand

tossed it to the side for another fleeting fancy,

know this...

a heart of stone is no longer malleable,

it no longer feels the pain

will no longer be open to the same source again.

On that day regret is all you will have

left right next to the empty, cold spot

that once my warm, mending, accepting heart you placed.

Gone goes the broken heart turned to stone....

By AponiNova