Two Trash Cans

I released your heart into the fountain with such care, such tact. I didn't want it to hit the bottom before it knew where it was. I didn't want to throw it because you don't throw things that aren't yours. I didn't want it to go into shock from the change in temperature, the change in seasons. I didn't want to drop it because it was already broken and bitter enough. You'll be glad to know that your heart is still on a string, still closed, still only capable of loving you and only you.

You are the most important person in your eyes, and that's sad; but I won't cry because I don't give tears to lost causes.