Take My Heart

Take my heart. 

Play with it. 
With your weapon of pun.
Bounce it and watch shamelessly...
as it skips a beat while you pretend to miss a catch.

Oh, kick it.
With your boot of arrogance. 
And 'lol' as you watch it fly across hopelessly...
falling with a thud into a squishy mess.

Slice it.
With your dagger of sarcasm.
Go on. Enjoy the mirth watching it bleed generously...
like a water-melon that quenches thirst in its blood red sacrifice.

Shoot it.
With your 'silencing' revolver. 
Coz you decide NOT to hear its justifications mercilessly...
and it agrees immediately and muffles all that it wants to declare. 

Go away. 
Only to come back to it, my dear.
For this 'Phoenix'ical masterpiece...
will pull all its shredded pieces of vanity back.
Gel together...
And rise again. 
Scarred. 
Bruised.
Swollen.
Disheveled.
Each time slightly weakened than before... 
But ready for you to frolic with again.

Refusing to shut down and give up...
Until it's the will of destiny.