Shrapnel Poem by Sofia Lyne

My heart is filled with shrapnel,
Bullets and shards of glass too,
Its strange to see the distorted, mangled organ that once belonged to you,
I can't help but get the feeling,
As i lie in bed at night,
That you're still watching; mocking me,
Waiting for me to take flight,
But you know deep down I'll never leave
I'm like a puppy dog,
In the sense that I'll stick with you,
Even when you leave me to rot.