Self Proclaimed Prophet. A Wizard of Sorts.

I've placed my heart in less capable hands than my own,
with dirty nails and broken bones.
I've loaned my ideas to minds much younger than mine to find
they've been used in ways I never intended.
I've mended broken promises and made up for lost time
by sharing my love and predicting the futures of those around me.
I've been found alone down by the water, in the shade.
Their smiles fade as their mouths open to ask their questions.
They've interrupted my dreams.
They've asked far too much of me.
I remove my organs one by one and place them onto the scale.
I replace them with their word; their bond.