poetry timeee!

This is based off the theme of a couple posts back. Im not usually very sinical but here goes:

If it Survives

I have a cardboard box now
to replace
what used to be my everything.
It's a pretty sturdy box
with its
"I miss you" 's
and "I love you" 's
And it survived the flight
across my bedroom
And it survived the crash landing
taking some dried up paint chips
down with it.

I sure do hope it survives down there.

The scent lives in that box
And the firsts
and the lasts
and the nevers.
The would be's
and the could be's
and the should be's
They all coexist quite harmoniously
within the threads of memory.

The heartbeat of the stuffed
"Be Mine" bear
face down on the cardboard
vibrates throughout my room
now beginning to sync up to the fabric.

And the last of the movie credits
suddenly disapear
from the screan,

And the sweet song stops
And the stars die
And you took your heart back.

So I'm left with mine.

But I dont mind.
It's a pretty sturdy heart,
and it survived the flight
across my bedroom,
the "I'm sorry" 's
and the "I don't love you"
And it survived the crash landing,
taking all hope down with it.
Withered, broken.

I sure do hope is survives down there.