When I Dug Up My Heart

I sit and stare
At the computer monitor in front of me,
At the flickering glare
Of the words across the screen.
Reading over them, I fear
That I am hopeless-
A lose cause, don't try to hide it, my dear.
I pull my heart out of my chest,
Scan it over briefly,
And then lay it back to rest.
What I saw scared me alot,
What I saw I still haven't forgot.
The dust that shimmered,
So fiercely; so bold-
The faint, weak thumping,
My loose, disturbed hold.
The pictures flashing,
With each steady beat.
The cold lingered on my fingers-
Chased my soul from warmth; from heat.
I tried to dust away the dust,
Save my poor heart- I must.
I can't focus anymore-
I can't think anything through.
The image I try to rid from my heart,
The one that won't let go.
The one my heart holds so high, so true.
That image
Is a perfect painting of you.