The pieces of my heart lay in a pile.
I used everything else to build my life.
Steel and iron grunting away at the gym
filled my nights.
The growl and speed of my engine
tore through my nightmares and kept me safe.
The brick and wood of my basement apartment
was my dungeon that kept me hid.
Giggling flesh of women getting dressed to leave
were my daily entertainment like a court jester to a king
My kingdom was complete.
Until you came and pointed at the pile.
Reuse the pieces of my heart?
You're kidding right?
But you weren't and you did what no one else did.
You taught me how to use those pieces to decorate my life.
Now the nights at the gym didn't end with me going home alone.
I no longer had to roar my engine to shred my torment
As I now had your voice to calm my soul.
And my basement no longer felt like a prison
Because you were in it, waiting for me to come home.
Now my jest is spending time with you
and creating smiles that will last forever.
Much longer than the giggles of forgotten faces
and more filling than their nightly feasts.
The scrap pile of my heart in your hands,
became the treasure and art of my life.
Building me up better and stronger
than the brick, steel and chains of my pain and vengeance.
Thank you
