Heart Collector

I am a heart collector 

Hanging the artefacts of every misadventure 

Now my walls groan

Under the weight of each pain I've created

Mathew,

The room you made for me was too small

I was too tall for the bed you laid for me

Mark

I am not worth your ‎tears

I am not worth your sleepless nights

Luke,

This anger will corrode ‎ your mind

Selling our story to press won't make you rich

Dear John,

Forgive me‎ but I waited for you to evolve 

Not many women know how to mother grown men

I am a collector of hearts

Haunted by the relics of each misadventure 

And  nightly, my walls weep

For every pain I've created