You broke me off a piece of your heart

And I gave you a piece of mine.

And we clung to each other’s gifts

As we parted.

And I sift through the pieces

Of other’s hearts

That I’ve collected over the years.

And I take yours

And I hold it tightly.

I know you hold mine too.

And I know you have other pieces

Just like I do.

But it still hurts to know

That you trade pieces with other people.

And it scares me to think

That my piece may not be

The one you cling to

As often as another.

That the more pieces you gather,

The paler mine grows

In comparison.