Mortar and Love

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