Piggy Bank

I love so freely. 

 

No. I loved so freely. 

 

I loved so freely I didn't realize how dangerous it could be. 

 

My heart was full and big and untainted. 

 

I wanted to share it with everyone. 

 

I gave people my love like you give spare change. 

 

But when you love like that you forget to count the nickels and the dimes. 

 

You forget to check your piggy bank and you don't realize how low its getting. 

 

You don't realize until you reach in and there is nothing left. You search but it's empty. 

 

The people still stick their hands out but now they are stuffing them into your chest and squeeze your heart. 

 

You yell that you can not give anymore, that you are empty. 

 

But that doesn't stop them.

 

They grab the hammer and smash it to pieces and only then, when they see how empty and cold it is do they leave. 

 

And you are left on the street, clutching the broken pieces. 

 

Now when I walk down the street I look straight, ignoring the open hands. 

 

Ignoring the people that want to take my love but never give any back. 

 

I slap their hand when they get to close and grip my glued together piggy bank under my arm. 

 

I loved too freely.