body of lies

in the fountain of broken hearts,
i found yours.

you acted as if that was not your heart where i found it.
i picked it up and mended it as you causally looked away in pain.

i put your heart back on your dresser, away from the crowd.
i silently went back into the grapevine, never telling anyone what i did.
you and i both knew the secret of your heart.

i fixed you but allowed you to break me.
when you came to the fountain, you found my heart but wore it like a trophy.

allison mcnary