love is a disease that i welcomed easily
i ran into it's arms and got stabbed right in the heart
betrayed by the feeling that i had always trusted most
and when i fell back hoping to be caught
you weren't there, you weren't there
i fell right to the floor, you told me you loved me
and then you left me there cold and sore
There’s something in my chest
A disease manifesting in my heart
It latches to my nerves and infects my brain
It overflows from my heart
Oozing through my ribs like a thick river
Of butterflies and tired words
Remembered laughs and the sound of your voice
But lately it’s a symphony of voices
A theatre full of musicians playing my heartstrings
You’re a musician baby, and so are they
Infected with too much love for too many people
It’s a heart transplant
But they don’t take my old heart out first
Just add more and more until they spill from my ribs
Filling every corner of me until I crack
But baby I love it
just now my heart gave two great
and heaving beats
that shuddered my whole chest.
i know this is just a symptom
of the cardiac quirk i inherited from my mother
but it felt to me like some sort of physical closure.
for a moment after it happened
my chest didn't have that emptiness anymore.
my body is healing my nonbody.
that's what it felt like.
for a second, anyway.
I see you every day
But I've never said a word
And even if I did
You never would've heard
I really should avoid
Even looking your way
My heart can barely handle
The words I hear you say
But that's nothing new
My heart is meek
The scar across my chest
Proves I am weak
My father died
Of heart disease
And passed it down
To me with ease
I'll never join you
To run around
To smell the fresh air
And feel the cool ground
And so I'll stay content
Protecting my feeble heart
Watching you smile
As I fall apart
For so long I have held it to heart
that to be affected is to be infected,
so much so that it has become a disease;
my heart disease.
Not bought on by an over consumption of calories
but a product of being ill at ease with those around me
and that within me,
so better bin me. Better? Bin me.
I'm done being me.
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my heart is beating
i can see it
my stomach bounces a little each time
low blood pressure typically means a low chance of heart disease but a big chance of not giving much of a shit about anything
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dont clip fingernails often enough stay dirty work in food industry
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motorcycles are a good way of saying i have a lot of money and care about nothing
Wonder of love
Passes through the heart
Leaving special blessings
Warming the soul
Sealing the cracks
that were left in heartache
Love heals all wounds
that pierce the soul
Setting it free once again
Love is medicine sent from above
Healing the lonely and afflicted
Sick in heart
Disease is creeping through
Tearing families apart
God is trying to heal our wounds
If only we'll let him be a part
Thoughts and troubles build walls
that only he can tumble
if only we are willing to trust him with our lives
Pushing aside doubts and fears
taking his hand inside the troubles
Even when it's all we see
He's there inside the rumble
If only you believe.
By Weeping willow
The Purple Heart
Is not only a military decoration,
Though that decoration is deservingly given,
To those who perished in some way, serving their country,
For "Being wounded or killed in any action against an enemy of the United States
or as a result of an act of any such enemy or opposing armed forces."
You see now,
The Purple Heart,
It's also means what I have, The Purple Heart.
It's the type of heart disease that society and medicine don't talk about,
The kind you get after your heart's been beaten up.
I'm not the only person with The Purple Heart,
It's actually an epidemic, and it kills people every day --
But nobody wants to talk about it,
Because if they talk about it,
They just might catch it too.
The Purple Heart doesn't just affect the heart,
It gets in the blood, it eats at the mind,
Coursing through the veins of unsuspecting victims,
Victims of abuse, negligence, turmoil, but they don't get medals, they get pushed down,
Victims that are heroes.