you grabbed my heart in your strong hand and thrust it on top of the highest building you could find, without even realizing what you were doing. now i'm down here jumping and fighting, trying to get it back. but you're ignoring the thing you so elegantly threw out of my reach. you're taunting me, teasing me, letting me on. but you're just messing around, right? it means nothing. just a game. who can retrieve my heart back first? surely not me. nor you, because in the end, it really doesn't matter anyway. it will eventually fall back down and land on the ground where i'll clumsily bend over and pick it up and put it in its place. and you'll pretend you never noticed. did you notice? am i obvious to you? and if so, are you just pulling me in along with this sick game? or is it all the same? i know you know. just tell me when i'll get my heart back, i'll accept in any shape or form. i just want to know it's still alive.
yours is better.