The Having of a Heart
I wish I could cut out my heart
Someone help me do it, please
It gives me so much grief
I have to pick up the pieces every time it breaks and put it back together
Wandering aimlessly, pulling the rest of me along with it
I feel as though it weighs me down
Nails chewed to the quick over what other people want for me
Body shaking, trying to hold it all in
Eyes welling in fear of messing everything up
I just think I would be easier to go without
I know your heart is what makes you human
But mine is overgrown, vines wrapped around my neck
A boisterous behemoth of feelings that turns a blind eye to all logic
My heart makes me a fool – makes a fool of me
So let me be done with it
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“ But mine is overgrown, vines wrapped around my neck
A boisterous behemoth of feelings that turns a blind eye to all logic”
LOVE THAT
vines wrapped around my neck…
Oof. And the line that follows. Beautifully sad. <3