16 July 2012
A heart you had given, gold and snow;
I wear it and try to play a fool at his game,
Pretending my heart is still my own.
At the end of the day, when the sun hits the hills,
When everything possible's been said and done,
At the end of the day, when the stars ignite
The only person I'm fooling is no-one.
The eggshells I trod on still stick to my feet
As I tip-toed around you and Suspicion and Guilt,
Perhaps if I'd done more to keep you happy
You wouldn't have ruined the home we had built.
So I grasp it, the locket, resting on my chest,
A cold substitute for that which once called it home;
Your efforts to fill it, that hole that you left,
Won't count with the objects you think make me whole.
Love can't be bought though you try and you fail,
A heart can't be broken then stuck back with glue,
A heart can't be fashioned from precious old trinkets
My heart's not my own, it still rests with you.
Trinket • Opuss № I