My hearts Betrayal

My heart is torn out bloody,
My chest still bleeding fresh,
My heart still beating on the floor,
resemblence to my crest.

And as I looked down upon my heart,
I realized my mistake,
When he had run off,
I allowed him my heart to take.

It is a most queer feeling,
To be without ones heart,
Surely I would die soon,
But I could not feel my soul part.

Blindly I reached for my heart,
To put it back in its place,
But it betrayed me and took off,
and so began our race.

I was frantic to find it,
For I knew where it would go,
To the one who had left me,
To him my love it would show.

I chased my heart,
in a maze it seemed,
before I found it at last,
Whispering and planning; how it had schemed.

And so I came face to face,
With he who had ran away,
A part of me buried deep,
Words escaped me; I had nothing to say.

So my heart spoke for me,
And told him of my hurt,
How I wanted him apart of me again,
My inner most desires out it blurt.

All the while I pondered,
whether he would join with me again,
I would not be complete with out him,
Simply a headless hen.

At last he agreed to come back;
be a part of me once more,
My heart jumped back into my chest,
My Hope my savior.

And so I am whole again,
my heart and hope now found,
I could only wish other parts of me,
would not take to ground.

Quick entry today...
Anybody understand the pun on this?

Dark Fool
~Emily
Note: I did end up changing this when I went into a competition,
but this is the original version.