Heartbreak Poem by Emma Atkinson

My heart, I think I've lost it.
I feel a hollow in my chest
Where the cursed thing used to rest
And feel a grey sort of satisfaction.
It's gone, It's gone, and I should feel numb,
But, no. The burning has just begun,
And I fear my mind is next.
Angry, black waves beat against my skull.
There is no relief, no lull.
I don't think I will make it.
I will drown in the raging tide.
I don't think I will survive.
And with no heart in this listless corpse,
Though you push and pump, I will not revive.
If you find my heart, toss it to me.
I'll try my best to put it back,
But I won't make any promises. I won't give words of comfort.
There are none.
Because it might be too late.
Stone will have filled the hollow,
And there will be no drug I can swallow
To make the rock dissolve.
I will sink,
Sink down until I rest in the perpetual darkness of this sea.
Don't try to pull me up-
Just go and let me be.
Save yourself while you have a beating heart.
I do not wish to drag you with me into the dark.
Go, just go.
Let the waves forever flow
Until they've borne my salt-blue corpse away.
Smile for me. Go and live your life.
Do not let your delicate heart stray,
For in wandering, you may
Lose it.
You may not chose it,
But it may happen
Before you can stop and lock the fragile organ back in it's cage.
And the bloody thing will turn on you in rage,
That you should be so careless,
So lost, you lost the thing that kept you human.
Save your distress,
And go, guarding your heart as you do.
Don't let it tear you apart.
Go, and remember me.