Heart: What did you get yourself into.
You fool you fell in love?
The little heart I had left,
You're trying to give to the first giver?
I am your giver.
What do you mean he makes your heart thud?
That's me sitting in your chest!
Naive girl.
Giving it all.
Was it ever yours to give?
You feel whole?
What lies.
That brain of yours must be dead.
PROTECT OUR HEART NO MATTER WHAT!
That was explained at birth.
Here you are stripping slice by slice.
OUR HEART.
TO WHO,
Is that your king?
Will he protect your heart?
Self: Regeneration is the key to fixing our heart. Love is the only thing that will fix us. Protect what little we have left? Why not make ourself whole. Faith. I trust in faith.
Heart: Faith.. you trust in faith.
No, you trust in me.
Pity child.
You fell in love.
You've left us vulnerable.
Vulnerable.
Just know a piece of your heart,
Is going to rot off once again.
Then you'll realize,
What is making your heart thud.
Pain.
Pain is making your heart thud.
Not love.
Naive girl.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
