Apartment Heart

My heart is a row of locked boxes

Apartments, if you will

Chained and bolted

Hallow hallways and melancholy rooms

Each requiring a unique key

Given to the lovers I’ve left

In my wake of despondent tears

You got the top floor

The epicenter of my crux

I gave it to you so easily

You ransacked it as if it meant nothing

As if the maid would come tomorrow morning

Collect up the shattered curtains

And linens for the trash

To sweep up broken glass and lamps

It took my whole life to build up the courage

And moments for you to ruin

But it still meant everything to me

To place the key in your hand