They tell you that you should protect your heart.

Lock it up in a glass case so no one can touch or see inside it.


But I feel I’ve opened the case for you.

Hit the glass shield with a hammer and shattered it

so I could show you bits and pieces of what lies within

the ventricles and valves clogged with the responses to unanswered questions.


As time goes on, I feel your hand moving closer

to the living organ, longing to trace it and feel

my life through your fingertips, feel what motivates

my heart to keep beating.


(as time goes on i realize i may always have my back turned and i dont see your fingers inch closer)


They tell you that you should protect your heart

by locking it up in a glass case,


but glass has always been fairly easy to break.

The End

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