Weight of Words

Pandora's Box

I'll trade my heart for fire.
Overwhelming need to burn these desires.
Stand as I watch the feelings fall to the ground.
Ones I no long want or need to stick around.

I'm done drawing different shaped patterns.
I'd rather stay within a circle
where nothing disruptive can ever happen

I can see this is all becoming quite the problem.
The irony from this realization feeling gruesome.

With no heart, I'd have no feelings
I would rather be mute.
Then be left with the complicated reeling.