somewhere in the dark
she found his heart,
lying among the others in the storm
bleeding but beating
she took it in her hands,
carefully wrapped it up,
and sheltered it
in the safest place she knew
the next morning she set to work,
stitching the wounded pieces
until his heart was strong again
it beat hard and happy now,
but it was useless without its body
she set out on her journey to find him,
the black clouds rolled in,
she dodged trees blown over by wind,
she dodged flashes of lighting that
appeared just before her eyes
she was just about to save him
when she felt a famililiar pain in her chest
it felt as though a knife was stabbing her
in and out, in and out, in and out
she felt the blood pour from her heart
into her chest
and she fell for the first time
in a long time
she looked over to find him lying on the ground
and whispered her apologies
because one mended heart has a will to repair another
but a broken heart is useless in the darkness
I wrote this quite quickly after the idea popped into my head, so it's not exactly how I want it to be. Any suggestions?