Heavy may be the head that wears the crown
but heavier is the heart which carries the burden of loving
unconditionally
The heart which always pumps more than it receives
bleeds faster than it heals
each pump shared with another
But another's heart is a one-way valve
After being broken so many times,
The pieces to the puzzle no longer fit where they are meant to
Still, each piece pumps little by little
To help the whole
Sharing my heart with another is dangerous
For the last one with such trust
Had me acting like a souvenir, a bust
So I share my duck-taped heart
And hope your words don't cut the tape
A heart's only supposed to have 4 parts
but mine was broken into millions
Glued each back together
with different parts in the wrong places
All so you couldn't break it the same way...