my heartstrings have been broken so many times
theoretically they should be numb
I've taped and tucked
Sewn and covered
enough times that it isn't a heart anymore
It does heartly things
It feels like it's beating
But it doesn't swell or swoop
With joys and disappointments
It's a metronome
Keeping time, slightly irregularly
With downfall after downfall
One day it will stop
and you won't even know
