this is my heart,
this is not my brain.
not made to think,
but still a strange place.
built to feel it all,
and then some.
and i used to tell myself it's okay
if i feel none
but lately it best resembles my head;
broken and drowned.
flooded by murky pits
clogging every valve
and replacing all emotion with pain.

this is not a problem in my head
but a problem in my chest
unlike the rest.
no palpitations or attacks,
just the breakage,
the bleeding,
and then
crack.

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