The Lost Heart

Where did my heart go?
Wait, it didn't go anywhere.
That's the problem,
It's still in his possession.
It's not in his hands,
It's on the floor.
He doesn't pay it any attention,
Because he has a new heart to love.
I guess I somehow missed,
When he came by to take his own.
So he could give it to "her" instead.
But I can't take my own back,
It doesn't want to come home.
Even though it hurts around him,
The pain makes me feel alive,
And the memories make me cry,
But I laughs at the same time.
I knows at least it's safe,
I can't break his heart.
So there it will stay, neglected, but ok.