The heart is quite a funny little toy

People play games with it

They tease it

They taunt it

They hold it close on cold nights

And yet

And yet

We feel the need to smash it

We feel the need to crush it between our hands

We feel the need to destroy

And yet as we conquer it

No one cares of the consequences when you

Accidentally break it on the floor

It bleeds

It bleeds a clear salty blood