Did I Steal Your Heart When I Left?

I stole your heart awhile ago.
I did not mean to,
honestly.
I would give anything to give it back.

Your words have thundered,
in my head,
they have thundered.
I love you.

Never, never.
You could never love me.
It is a mistake.
A mistaken identity.

It is not me that you love,
but your own self reality.
I am just a dream.
A figment of your imagination.

So please, here,
have your heart back.
It is thumping in my hand.
It is staining my shirt.