My Heart
I hold in my hand
a heart.
It is cracked and has pieces missing
Its bruised beaten and battered
but nothing a bandaid or two cant fix.
right?
There are some people who might think
the heart is broken
beyond repair.
I might be one of those
people.
I push the bloody mangled heart
back into my chest.
And the empty nostalgic
feeling
overwhelms
my entire everything.
I think I was better off without it.
So i pull it back out of my chest
and throw it to the ocean
to hold
a heart.
It is cracked and has pieces missing
Its bruised beaten and battered
but nothing a bandaid or two cant fix.
right?
There are some people who might think
the heart is broken
beyond repair.
I might be one of those
people.
I push the bloody mangled heart
back into my chest.
And the empty nostalgic
feeling
overwhelms
my entire everything.
I think I was better off without it.
So i pull it back out of my chest
and throw it to the ocean
to hold
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