Return My Heart

Dear person I gave my heart to,

I would dearly like my heart back, because without it, I am not functioning very well.
I don’t eat a lot, or sleep, and seem to cry endlessly.
Every where I turn I see you, hear you. At night I still feel the warmth of your hands around my waist, your breath on my neck, the curve of your body close to mine.
I dwell on memories, words, things you said, imagining endless days without you with dread.
I need to move on from your life, and create a space in the world for myself, so I can grow, explore and smile again.
But I cannot do this without my heart.
I gave it to you freely, trusted you to look after it, but obviously this proved a hard task for you, and instead of kindly returning it before you left, you packed it in your suitcase, and took it away.
I know this because only half of me remains in this place.
You cannot say you love me, for I am a shell without my heart, so I know this to be untrue.
You cannot even say you care, for you would not allow this continuous pain, and would return my heart willingly, stop calling me with words that are false, and allow me to patch my heart, so it can once again beat steadily.
So I ask you, please return it, address it to my soul, don’t write or call. Don’t say you love me anymore.
Give me back my heart. It doesn't belong to you anymore.

Your faithfully (at least one of us was).
Snotface.