Break my heart to pieces, or take a piece of it. It'll hurt, no doubt, but how you do it won't matter much.

I don't want to keep it whole. If I keep it whole, what parts of me am I sharing with you? Am I even sharing with you? When you leave you'll take a piece of me too. How big or small the piece you take matters partially, mostly on you.

Take a large piece, a trophy, maybe, if you will. You could take a small piece too, but that's more like a souvenir of me for you. You'll be taking something of me, and I might be something of you. Maybe we can trade which would be just as good.

I hope the part you leave me isn't small, or there will be some gaps I can't close. If it's too big, maybe I'll be scared it wasn't enough. Hopefully the piece you take from me is equal to the one I took of you.

I never thought hearts were meant to be kept whole. If we don't break them, we have less to share. I guess what I'm trying to say is that people always take a part of your heart, how much of it just depends.