Going Once, Going Twice, For My Heart, What's The Price?

i've been hurt so much that i didn't want to risk hurting again.

There once was a heart

Happy and warm

Sparkled and shined

Was whole and not torn

 

The owner nourished this heart like no other

But then she gave a piece to a guy she considered as a brother

But after a year had passed

This so-called brother did not last

He left the owner standing there

Holding the piece of her heart and a teddy bear

 

She examined the piece he’d given back

Flimsy, almost transparent

Substance is what it lacked

 

It took four years for the owner to give the next part away

It went to a guy she prayed for every day

It was the first person she ever fell in love with

But found being with him forever to be a myth

She thought this one was unlike any of the other guys

That is, until she found out about all his lies

He made her think she mattered

Left the piece in her hand

The heart ripped and tattered

 

The last part of the heart was given to a special man

A teacher who was quite the opposite of tan

The owner relied on him to wipe away her tears

And he promised to help her confront her fears

Then he offered her a choice she couldn’t refuse

She did things with him and had no excuse

That night, the teacher went back to his wife

He could continue on with his repetitive life

 

He left the owner standing there

The last part of her heart lying in a classroom chair

There were smudges where his fingers had been

The owner was ashamed she committed an adulterous sin

 

The owner of the heart was now broken and sore

Had nothing left to give

She called herself a w***e

And no longer wanted to live

So she did the only thing left to do

She glued it back together as if it were new

She took it to a place where she could get rid of once and for all

This place was an auction, happening down at the mall

 

When the auctioneer put the owner’s heart on display

It was obvious to the buyers

This heart had seen better days

 

But much to the owner’s surprise

The air was filled with the buyer’s cries

An attractive young man said,

“I want that heart! I’ll pay 50 bucks for it, because it’s falling apart!”

A woman from the audience shouted,

“I’ll give $75! Even though it looks like it died!”

“One hundred!” An older man stood,

“That’s paying more than I should!”

 

The owner looked on in horror as she realized this terrible game,

Her already-broken heart could be anyone’s to mangle and maim

She couldn’t let this go on any longer

But she looked at that battered heart and felt stronger

“Four thousand!”

She yelled as she jumped to her feet

She wasn’t afraid, for any price she would beat

 

The owner addressed those who had wanted to buy

Looking at them directly in the eye

“You’re not fooling anyone and now I’m ending your fun”

“You three right here, why don’t you look in a mirror?”

He’s a user

She’s a backstabber

He’s an abuser

And that’s all fine

But let me tell you something

My heart is MINE.

 

Yes it’s bruised

Yes it’s battered

Yes it’s been used

Yes it’s been shattered

But it’s mine nevertheless

And it will withstand this last test

 

Though they all left me standing there

In time, this heart will repair

But now I will treasure my heart

Whether it’s whole and in tact

Or completely falling apart

 

So for those of you out to hurt me

Go ahead and bide your time

I’ll be ready for you

 

MY HEART IS MINE.

Reviews

[Rico Suave]

That was fun to read. Anything that breaks, grows back stronger.

[Sssss]

I love how you made a 360 with the poem. From light to dark to darker, but then rising above it all back to the light.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Aw, wow!!! This is priceless!! Yep, i know exactly how this is, cause i've gone thru the same thing over and over. I mean, my heart has been broken many times and stuff. But, I loved everything here hun, great job!!!! *Hugs* :)

M.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow....this is....just, wow. This piece is very painful and powerful but amazing. The format, the wording, the flow....a truly beautiful piece. I really, really love this poem.

Heather