my heart is a ball of babybel cheese wax pressed together into a ball and dulled with dirty fingers
my heart is a crumpled-up love note with your name scratched out
my heart isn’t benefiting at all from the alka seltzer medicine i took after scarfing down spaghetti and red sauce for dinner
my heart is surrounded by a brick wall and then a moat and then another brick wall for good measure
my heart is locked and the key to it is rusty, or at least that’s what i wrote in response to a stupid prompt on hinge, a dating app i really fucking hate
my heart is beating too quickly for a person who wants to go to bed
my heart is broken, and all i have is an unopened thing of eyelash glue and packing tape and some nails i got from the dollar store, does anybody know how to fix it?