I cut up my heart.
I made it into bite-sized pieces
To make it easier
For people to enjoy

But in my excitement
To give my love away
I didn’t save
A piece for myself

So now here I am
Craving a bit of love
wondering how much longer
i can live without it

wondering
how i could have made
such a mistake

Should I look for the pieces
That I gave out before
Or should I look for someone else’s
To replace my own

I don’t think
That anyone else’s
Could ever really satisfy me

But how do I
Get my heart back
Without being called


Indian giver

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