A heart

Sometimes the thing you wanted most 

Is really right there in front of you

They considered,

Thought about it more

Decided they could treat you that way

Leading to a long night of texting

But you still want the one 

You first sought out from too

Because what is a heart if it does not love

In one capacity or another?

And what am I

If not a broken sack of flesh

With a heart to crack, rip, and tear?