My heart broke once,
And every so often, it breaks again.
It broke first as I watched my life go up in flames
And again and again when I poke through the ashes.
Would it be better if my heart were made of steel?
That I should feel nothing and bear all?
It would not hurt so very much.
But I am a human, and through my heart flows blood.
I do not hate to bleed.
I do not even hate the pain that comes with a bloody heart.
Perhaps it would be easier to have a heart of steel,
But so much less alive.
