Jen Eclipse11 Dec, 2012 10:54 PM
My beating heart starts to shatter. It crumbles into pieces, But it still beats. Each second that passes The shards are tearing at me apart. I have tried to put them back together But every time I try to, The pieces cut my hand And make me bleed As my heart once did. I have thought about What I should do with my heart. Attempt to put it back together And get hurt by the shards of what is left of my heart. Leave it in place And have an aching pain in my chest forever. Or perhaps replace my broken heart. After all, it has only plagued me With suffering and misery. The problem though, Is that a new heart may shatter again. Crushed by the emotions That destroyed the first one. But there is no such heart That feels nothing. Therefore, I am doomed to a life of pain. Unless. Unless there is such a heart. Maybe a substitute for a real heart. A substitute that cannot feel emotion. Perhaps a heart that could do the same thing, But not be a burden. A heart that is made of metal, Possibly plastic, Or the ever so fragile glass, That could pump blood but not feel. A glass heart seems the most unique Of the three, But also the most fragile. However, that fact comforts me. I will have the cold, unfeeling heart I desire, with the possibility that it could shatter just as my first one did.
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