I want to scrape out my heart
to see how black it is
how black my hate is
feel its pain and anguish.
I want to measure with a thermometer
to see if there is anymore warmth left
in this little chamber.
I want to see how tiny and narrow
my little heart is,
as nothing else can be accomodated in it.
I want to hear what my heart,
what it has to say to me,
if I had hurt it so badly.
I want to listen to its fears,
its cries for help,
and try my best I will,
to nurse and comfort it.
I want to check my heart for wounds,
for if I do not heal them,
my heart will die,
so will my determination.
I want to love my heart,
for it is the only thing
that keeps me alive in every way.
So my dearest heart,
please don't die on me
for you are all I have left.