Hold Gently Good Sir!

Written about an ex-boyfriend and my first 'real' love.

Every time I pushed you away I felt my heart break. I thought it was pity; I pushed that away, too. Not until I wanted to give my heart to someone else did I realize that it was no longer whole, and the tearing sound I'd heard and the pain that I had felt were a full half of my heart-- that I could never take back, going with you when you left.

 

I gave my heart away, and never really got it back.

 

What do you do, then? Drive away with half of a heart and hope to meet someone who's heart is so big that it makes you feel whole again and complete as you once did beside him? But how many people in the world have hearts that big? And even if you were so lucky, there's still the matter of a man, the man you turned your back on, whose breast now beats with the rythmic pulse of your very own heart. A man who, 10, 20, 50 years down the line will still have the power to make you die a little inside when he crushes accidentally the part of you that he took and never gave back.

 

So, if to stay is to break and to go is to die, what can any of us do, who are so unwise as to give our whole heart to a man who is so careless of it, except warn him? Stay and hold on, or flee and give up, but warn him-- "You hold my heart in the palm of your hand. Hold gently, good sir! And do not forget lest you squeeze too hard and break it."

Reviews

[Crusader 73]

Almost scary to think about the power other's have when we allow ourselves to fall for them.........

Well written, and thought provoking.