I have this tendency to break
To write myself into stories
I was never meant to be a part of
Paint myself the burning book
Light myself on fire just to keep you warm

Sometimes I forget how to just exist
Without emptying myself out
Into someone else's cup
Letting them drink my everything beautiful
I always regret it in the morning

But I always do it again
Chaotic upheaval
Everyday I pluck my heart from my rib cage
I scatter it in gardens
whose soil will never reap the full harvest
of my love

I wonder how long i can do this
Until there is nothing left