Fuck you, heart

Some days, I wake up with my heart in my mouth

Some days, not knowing if it’s still there somewhere inside me.

Some days, I find it chilling in the right place.

Some days, I just don’t want it any more.

Some days, I am desperate to hand it over to someone. Anyone.

Some days, I shudder at the thought of letting anyone near it.

Some days, I wear it on my sleeve and go for a long walk.

Some days, I stick a knife to it and watch it bleed.

The motherfucker never dies.