Talking heart

Talisman of optimism

beautifully red
blood so pure
poison is pretty too
why look for cure

pain is warm
proves I live
it looks so pretty
looking down a cliff

they fear
what I might do
but why should I?
I still feel new

the bird chirping
is reaches my senses
I feel free vulnerable
I tear my own fences

hugging a tree
expecting it to let you go
stepping in fire
doesn't only hurt your toe

I am small
nobody sees it
protected
from consequences

I'm addicted
and aware of it
no matter how many times
I've been hit

why evolve
why change
why keep going
isn't it fine this way?