that wasn't yours

He should be thrown in jail for the crimes he has committed against me and against every other girl he has stolen from. This boy is so proud of his jar of hearts, he is so proud of all the innocence he has taken away. A few weeks ago, this boy stole my heart the same way he stole every other girls heart. He whispers beautifully scripted words into our ears that make you believe he is not who everyone says. And as he is whispering, every ear is consulting with the brain on whether the sounds should be let in or not. The ears have heard these same phrases a thousand times over, the brain has too much logic to believe the lies, but the heart yearns for every lie to be truth. Each girl decides which part takes over; for me, it was my heart.

My brain said no. My ears said "you've heard this before. think, Haley, think." Oh, but my heart wanted one more try. My heart just wanted to be let free of the chains I had put it in. I gave in and let every emotion free.

Not even a week had gone by and I had my heart stolen. The second I was vulnerable and open, he quit putting on a show for me, the show where everything would end in a "happily ever after." He ran away after having me watch my heart be stomped on, beaten, and bruised. The worst part out of everything is he never gave me my heart back. 

It's in his jar of hearts. He stole my heart for his collection. 

So I now stand among the wounded, the people who are like me. We all stand in one line waiting for our turn to get our hearts back. And as he is pursuing the girl who will soon end up in the line I'm standing in, we are all anxious for the jar to be opened. Maybe one day he will be gracious enough to empty all of our broken hearts. But for now, I wait in this line with people who have similar circumstances.

I need my heart back. This isn't fair.