My Stolen Heart

I've lost my heart years ago, taken by a boy who let me go. I'm unsure if he even knows, emotions fickle as how the wind blows. I walk alone, a husk, a monster, looking for my heart just a bit longer. I pray he will accept my heart, like he had from the start. Four or five years have flown by, my sickening alibi. Ive tried many things to fill the bloody wound in my chest, but nothing ever seems to put it to rest. As much as I cry and weep, my heart is forever his to keep.