Sometimes my heart breaks
for no reason other than
it doesn't know what else
to do with itself, it
spends so much time alone
with itself, it
drives itself crazy with
longing for something
that nobody wants to give it.
And sometimes my heart falls
to pieces and I just keep
handing out those pieces
to whoever makes eye contact,
like the religious zealot on
the corner handing out his magazine,
trying to save you,
and everyone drops their gaze
and nobody opens their hands
to save me.
Sometimes my heart stops.
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