I will never have my whole heart again.

The last time I had all of it with me was before I had ever felt the pain of losing people and leaving places, for everyone that I've ever loved has taken with them a piece of my very heart, and I fear that I will never be able to get any of them back.

But a part of me does not want those fragments of my heart back.

A part of me believes they rightfully belong with those I've loved and lost.