Laying here lethargically
listless
remote
uninterested

My Heart cowers in the corner
Begs my Brain to fix it
Make it all right again

And it wants to;
It does.

When Heart hurts Brain wants to take up arms
To defend Heart's purity

But here we all sit
uncurious
apathetic
stupefied

Brain is callous to the world
But won't let the world take Heart.
She is still the princess in the gardens
Playing with the butterflies.

Heart will be protected.

So Brain sends out the anesthetics
To try and settle Hearts palpitations.

But when that happens,
The vivaciousness is lost.

And we sit here
dazed
detached
aloof

Maybe tomorrow Brain thinks,
We can try and bring her back.

Make her Lively
Spirited
SPARKLING, again.

But it must be a little at a time
These things can't be rushed

Where Heart is concerned,
They take time.

So for now,

indifferent
melancholy
torpid
is how she must be.