Your heart is young honey
But you are already weighing it down
Stop handing it out
It forgets its worth
It’s yours
Let it beat inside your body
Let it beat itself up
But don’t beat it up yourself
It has taken too much beating already
It is not made for the ring
Nor the duels, the fights or the wars
You send it off to
You have been handing out your ****** heart on a silver platter to vampires
Who **** the blood and leave the flesh, the muscles, discarded, rotting
Stop.
It is your heart
Chase away the vampires
The flesh loves the blood
And you have to love the flesh
It makes you