Your Shoe (poem)

Excuse me, But I think I left my heart on the bottom of your shoe. You smushed it, suffocated the life out of it, but its still remains stuck on the bottom of your shoe. You drag it everywhere you stumble to, never checking to see if its still attatched to the botttom of your shoe, never attempting to pull it off and put it in a different spot or even give it back, just dragging me along. carelessly left at the bottom of your shoe. Far away from your heart, so that you wont have to cater to its needs, you wont have to acknowledge its wounds, see its pulse no longer move with that spark. Its left with you and you have no use for it. and I feel broken and empty because my heart has been left on the bottom of your shoe so long that I think you forgot it was there.