You Seem To Be My Savior Poem by Matthew Rousseau

I was broken,
My heart shattered beyond recognition
I gathered up the pieces,
and retreated into remission
I made desperate attempts to ditch this desolate Lonely wasteland
I gave up and dealt with what I had
To be honest I thought it was impossible to be glad

I didn’t trust you when we first began
It was too good to be true, me being with you,
You looked at my chest cavity
Where my heart should be
You looked into my eyes
And put your heart where my own should be

I’m mending the pieces of my broken heart while I have yours,
In the meantime I have your heart, and it makes my smile shine
I’m glad, and your so sublime
I have your heart, and when it’s fixed, I’ll give you mine.