Traitor

Why does a heart beat again?
Why does it go looking for safety in the hands of another?
Am I not a good keeper?

Why does it give itself away so quickly, escaping the walls of protection?
Is it oblivious to the pain it’s suffered, forgotten so quickly the moment a flutter returns?

A heart must beat if it’s to live, without a murmur it would die.
Upon its death how much breath is given up in every attempt to revive.
How many times must it suffer and die before it longs to stay safe and alone protected and sheltered in its home.

A chest broken open again and again left to chase after its wandering heart.
Ill content to be held in a cage as its purpose becomes frozen in time.
Love cannot exist in a heart bound up in a cage, for love is only itself when it is free.

How can my heart forget the care I’ve poured into its recovery, only to leave the second it beats again entirely on it’s own.
I cannot follow in its path, to many times I’ve been lead astray.

Practicality has erased all thought of romance, and yet this heart is too foolish to care.
The promise of hope is enough it seems for it to forfeit my wise counseling.

I know this story and it’s end, the color of jade I fear.
I’m set and ready for CPR, shaking my head in consternation.

No one is truer to you than I, no one strong enough to hold you.
This lesson it seems you will never learn and yet I cannot live without you.

I glued you back together one smashed piece at a time.
Breathing small to swallow the pain I felt handling your sharp edges.

How quickly you forget the past and surrender all your pain.
And still I haven’t found a way that I can live without you.

Traitor.