I won't chase anymore I am important and I am here But on sleepless nights I reach into my iron chest and pull out my crystal heart Turning it in my hand Examining the long thin fissures reflected in moonlight I loved the wrong person so strongly it left cracks in the glass I wipe a tear and run my wet finger along the rim of the empty vessel It sings a gentle lonely note I wonder to myself... Where are you? If I gave you this heart, and it were falling, would you risk everything to save it? To keep it safe? Would you hug me so tightly that I didn't need these band aids to hold it together anymore? Would you fill me up? Not with wine, or diamonds, or roses, or chocolate, But make it run over with focused attention And all the love that has belonged to us since forever?