The Garden of My Heart

Sometimes I think I have no heart

Life is fast

I try to run like it does

It’s just chance

Sometimes my brain is a broken stadium

The speed is up to me

Only ruin and room are left

That’s my choice

Sometimes I think my nerves are shot

It’s fear

That keeps me clenching my fists

Only rejection

Sometimes I don’t feel anything

Then everything

It’s my head blame crowns

They’re my eyes

Sometimes I don’t know what to say

But say something

The consequences make my head burn

The question is, why?

Sometimes someone asks me about it

My heart

I think, “Of course, I have none.”

Every heartbeat

Sometimes my chest feels tight

A bloody nose

The control room is broken

So is my heart

Sometimes the black gate opens

There’s no blood

Only the wilderness that grows

And grows

Sometimes I think of trimming it back

Ordering order

Where would the butterflies hide

My secrets?

Sometimes I lean back in my chair

And I know

Why lilting music flows in me

My heart

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Author's Notes: I'd just like to point out that I think it's supremely lame that I can't do verse distinctions.