Dusty box
Hidden deep in my mind, among the cobwebs and empty promises, lies the most enticing gold chest. The prettiest Locked box you'll ever find.
What mysteries lie in this box you ask?
Hearts.
The hearts of brave men who dared sail their battle ships into the tempest seas found in my soul.
I cherish their shipwrecks.
I KNEW I was going to destroy them. I knew they couldn't handle the hurricane that rages on inside me.
Problem was, I didn't particularly care.
I had been hurt by so many people that never took a Second look back to see the damage they did and I felt the need to continue the tradition.
I watched the hope and the love leave their eyes as I crippled their dreams and destroyed their joy right in front of their faces.
It is better to break what could break you before it is given the chance to.
Some nights, on the quietest, lonliest, coldest evenings, I take out these hearts. One by one. I remove them from their places of slumber and cradle them against my own life force, feeling the warmth of the thump thump spread over my hands and consume me in memories.
I whisper the sweet regrets, the most enticing promises i never followed through with, I sing the love songs we shared, each heart bearing with it the scent of the summer, the holidays, the journeys we traveled.
I place them each gently in their place, shaped and cradled for each individual tormented muscle, as to not cause more damage, I close the chest, taking care to lock the giant brass padlock keeping my secrets hidden.
They have healed, however I keep the broken, rejected pieces everyone wants to forget about.
A siren, keeping watch for the next brave captain who dares to test these waters.
