My heart chose not to heal

It just kept absorbing all the sadness it found around

and amplifying it

to the extend that

It turned little troubles

into petrifying nightmares

and basic questions

into existential issues.



My heart kept on dreaming about a world

that was far from perfect

glamorizing each person

embellishing reality  

fantasizing.  



My  heart was simply not meant for peace

And sometimes I am mad at it

for it causes me more sadness

than I have or can carry within me.



But the heart wants what it wants

And sometimes, it *****.