It is now His

Poetry about a broken heart

He took it

He took my light

He kept it

Now it's not as bright

He was amused by it

I didn't find it safe

He loved to abuse it

And now I'm filled with this hate

He got bored with it

I couldn't believe what he had done

He tried to get rid of it

Guess he thought we had a good run

He couldn't discard it

No one wanted something battered and broken

He couldn't trash it

Everyone gave it back, thinking it t token

We were so carefree before

Loving one another and leaving it at that

He used to love to say I was spoken for

And I wouldn't mind the loving fact

He said I was his only

I believed him

He said he would never leave me lonely

And I took it without thinking on a whim

Sooner or later, it didn't feel right

He loved inspecting me too much

I didn't want to admit this all is over, or just might

But he was accusing me of wounds and lies of the such

I felt trapped, he loved it

I tried to escape, to be free

But he would tighten his hold bit by bit

And I knew it was never meant to be

He abuses it

He won't give it back

He keeps it

Thinking it will help pick up the relationship slack

I need to get it

I need to move back on my feet

I need to fix it!

I need to make sure it still has a calming beat

I've stolen it

Though as it is mine, I don't think that's the case

He made sure to break it

Just to see the pained look on my face

I'm trying to mend it

But that seems nearly impossible

The wall around the pieces will protect it

And I'll make sure no one will be able to touch it again, as that is possible

Author's Note

Poetry from an experience of mine. It is kind of deep, it's from a deep story that I only wanted to share this much with people.