The Box

I gave you something very special.
Something you should cherish.
Something you should take care of.
I gave you my heart,
and the best parts of my soul.
From the deepest corner of myself
I found unused treasures,
as if from a dusty attic,
and I brought them out for you.
And inside I had forgotten
my pride, anger, and sorrow.
I wanted you to love me,
every part.
From my bad side to my golden secrets.
And you,
with no faith in yourself,
and no knowledge of true love,
with fragile hands,
dropped my box of precious treasures.
Dropped them at my feet and fled.
And I tried to piece them together,
but the fall had crushed my soul,
shattered my dreams,
broken promises.
And in the midst of healing myself,
I realized why you'd hurt me so.
You loved me,
but the box was too heavy for you.