My heart is a piece of glass.
A broken, battered, taped, mutilated
piece of glass.
My heart has stories engraved
On each shard i stuck together.

Some of my shards are missing,
some of my stories are missing,
due to my careless nature of 
not caring about myself enough.

my heart tend to sell itself off
like a cheap toy to other and to you
upon getting slight emotions
which i clearly know is a common courtesy.
but it sells itself off upon first contact.
departs itself off to be crumbled down.

some of my shards are choking me.
making the walls of my throat bleed;
in my failed attempt to swallow them 
and carry forever more.
but my foolish mind,
never told my heart about its repercussions.

that mutilated, meaningless piece of heart 
had a dominant say on my future i am to live through.
it flutters, when you publish a poem 
on my name, which my brain doesn't get much
but my heart does.
it's tape are losing their hold
on my pieces while it dances
and rejoices around with glee.

such foolish is my heart
giving me hopes, and signals
to put faith into you
after you dedicate a mere poetry to me
urging me to live
in an another impossible possibility
of us as a whole.

but my mind, is a clever part
god granted me with;
fighting off my feelings and heart
attempting to lift me off from its
imperious curse and methods,
trying to make me believe that
we could never happen
even in the wildest of fantasies.

my heart limps while making out
the feeling to make me believe
when you present yourself for my safety
from my ever hungry pool i drown in.

such foolish is my heart
to make me not care about efforts
people put into pulling me put of my
shallow puddle, making me cut them off
from my self centered life.

my heart, pumps too much hormone 
into my body when Mother turns sour.
when she turns bitter and lashes maliciously.
it means to cause the same harm.

such foolish is my heart
encouraging me to lash back at my mother.
that beloved gracious being
who i am supposed to devout my entirety.

she is cruel, my heart argues.
but she is mother, my brain says.
she called you meaningless.
yes but she loves you too.
i cut them both off for the best.

my heart beats a bit to harshly
when you converse with me
hurting the insides of my chest.
it pricks my ribs and aches,
almost making me quit feelings.
but the same heart is the cause 
of my helpless feelings for you.

such foolish is my heart.
making me endure pain for you
while eventually disappointing me
after making me believe we could exist
as one in a future not afar.

such is the case with my shards and mind.
thus this is the reason i am in a state of everlasting uncertainty.
to love you more or not,
to confess to you or not,
to give up on you or not,
to fight back against your cruelty or not.

and my heart tends to win most of the arguments.
and my heart tends to make a fool of myself
in front of you and the entire crowd.
and it makes me write myself out,
makes me pour out all the stories it contains
so as to have more engraved.

and my heart tends to sell itself off and 
have me collect its remnants,
making me  trapped in a vicious cycle of feelings
i no longer can escape.
but my heart is what makes me who i am
and i am grateful enough for that.
however cruel, however rude it may be
it is mine and a part of myself i am proud to keep.

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so people!!! this one has dedications to quite some people....i believe they are smart enough to find themselves out from here and i will affirm your assumptions, so you can sure go ahead and guess as to where did i refer you.
also i am grateful that you people exist and i cant pay you ever off <3

just to sort things out for you...i used 'you' for different people....out of the few time i have used 'you', one in for my other, and the other for my love who i write about almost everywhere!and the remaining are 'you' people!

also this is a very impulsive writing i am publishing because obviously my heart told me to xD

ALSO i have kept everything in small case as a personal preference and have missed a little bit of punctuation so as to keep it authentic and artistic in ways.