Hearts

Short Story

A heart is a beautiful thing. Its strong. Its the most important part. Without it, no one would be breathing. A heart has to be strong.. For without a strong heart, we would not have lived for as long as we have. A heart has a purpose a job in its life time.. For as long as you live its only job is to keep blood flowing through your whole body. A heart takes beatings everyday.. But for without that beading what would that heart do? It wouldn't be strong.. But yet the heart can only take so much beading until one day that heart stops beating.. It stops the flow of the blood. Once the heart stops the whole body system stops. The heart is just like the others in your body.. Like a liver or pancreas, but why does the heart have the most important role? Why do we depend on our heart? Why do we take care of our heart and make it strong, when we have all these other parts to? A heart represents a person.. People say 'oh that persons heart is in the right place.' Well why? Is your heart located somewhere else as to where mine isn't? People talk.. People feel.. People love.. Our heart does not feel.. Our heart does not speak.. Our heart does not love.. Yet when a person yells and hurts you, your Liver or your lungs don't get effected by it? When you lay your head on someones chest you do not hear the liver speaking.. The one thing you hear is the heart.. Duhn duhn duhn duhn. Boom Boom Boom Boom. The heart speaks. The heart yells and pounds for a relief for a break.. Boom Dun Boom Duhn, the heart screams in pain.. In exhaustion. Stop. Stop. It cries.. Yet not loud enough for the person with the other heart to hear. The person who is stabbing you in and out for days and month, it yells for the heart to love to feel, the heart does everything , the heart is feeling you.. Pound it lash and whip against it. Work it til no end.. Then the heart slowly beats each day the voice of the heart lowers. Until nothing can be heard.. No more boom boom, no more duhn duhn. Just silence fills the cold heart. Just silence. The heart finally gets to rest.. No more pain.. No more aching.. With one lash that's all it takes.. So a question is what I seek.. Why does such a little organ in ones body ache and cry, love, fear, breath, move, talk. For it is not human? Why does ones heart feel everything? When it is only an organ? Why do people say 'listen to your heart.' ? When all I was trying to do was listen and listen.. My heart told me never to leave you.. Now here we are.. Tears streaming down your face.. My heart is gone.. Your is screaming for a break.. One day your heart will break just like mine did. And in that time, I hope you scream and cry and ache until your heart can not take anymore ache.. Anymore sorrow.. When your heart is yelling at you, Don't listen to it. For you never listened to mine..