There is a landmine in my

backyard, and I keep it there for

comfort.

In my pocket, a grenade

that you set off. Luckily,

I don’t keep myself here

anymore.

But you see, my heart is in

your pocket, for I thought keeping

it with you would keep it safe.

But you dove into acid and my

heart now burns with you.

I can feel the sting from here,

and the hole in my body where I

removed the organ that kept me

alive. But, if the acid is where you

reside, then my heart will reside with you.