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