The fragility and stupidity of the heart amazes me.
The way it aches and reaches for the poison that destroyed it.
Ripped apart and in tatters, it still pounds for the hands that tore it up.
For the love who broke it.
For the friends who betrayed it.
For all of the faces that turned their backs.
The problem with me, is that my heart is in my mind and my mind in my heart.
They can't be separated.
I can't ignore one and trust the other.
Reason lies intermingled with feeling.
Hope with probability.
There is no feeling without reason for me.
No thought without emotion.
I am all or nothing.
I am either too little or too much of both.
And my heart is as fragile and stupid as all the others.
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