Some people laugh and laugh,
and yet you wanna cry.
Some people touch your hand ,
and music fills the sky.

The first time,
I had no contemplation to give my heart away.
None.
And I didn't stay.

The second time,
I thought I had given it away
but I was wrong.
Definitely wrong.

The third time,
I didn't think I would.
But I did.
And without knowing it,
it was mailed back to me.
B-r-o-k-e-n.

I slowly put together
every single jagged piece
that cut into the other.
All stuck determinedly back together.

The fourth time,
I stopped trying to give it
to someone who didn't want it.

Because the tears hurt too much
and I wished I was too stupid
to see through all the lies.
Goodbye.

And the fifth was the same.
Only ten-fold the pain,
and twenty times the salty rain.

The sixth time,
Something in me
stopped trying to give,
only adamant to receive.

And the empty feeling
of knowing that this time it wasn't mine breaking
resulted.
Resounded.

An empty game of 'pass the parcel',
except it's my heart going around.
When the music stops,
No one wants to hold it.
No one wants to keep it.