i bleed through every single daywith this burden labeled heartworn thin by disappointmenthanging by a threada magnet for incisionsit has made me weakan accomplice to malfunctionfilled to the brim with leadit serves no purposei have no need for this heartfor it receives no love at allso impractical in it’s naturejust a charming paperweightdefined only by shape not worthi curse this hearti wish it deathone stitch could save methis heart just needs a sparkbut it will not come soon enoughand i will once again be lost beneath the blacki curse this hearti wish it death