My heart's the only muscle that I never did truly understand. It speeds up, it slows down, it jumps through my throat and onto my tongue, it leaps in my mouth and makes it's way out. It's speaking in forms of honesty, the way I wish I could carry myself more often. It doesn't stop until it's truly time to rest. It gets destroyed into minature mosaic shards but pieces itself together, balancing and weighing out the negative and positive effects of life.
