Poetry from the Soul

burning heart.

my heart was ripped out of me and thrown into a pit of fire
at first i didn't feel it because that's already happened to me so many times
it was always placed back into my body
but it was burned pretty bad and burns leave scars.
i felt like not letting it be put back into its spot
just letting it burn till it was no longer there
but where would that get me
nowhere
i need my heart because no matter how badly it was hurt, it always kept beating for me.
and why would I ever betray something that never gave up on me.