I suppose I would be better off
Without a heart,
A heart that
Breaks at every instance,
Every other chance
It manages to find.
Which lends its passion,
Which bends and breaks,
Which mends but remains
Naive and forgets to remind
Itself the fact that
A foolish heart is meant to break.
I wish I were born
Without a heart,
That way I could have
Escaped the pains.
Prepared a face to face
Those faces, that refrain,
My selfish needs and gains.
No guilt in doing
All those cruel deeds.
All of which now, leads
Me to a thought,
What if I was a human
But without a heart!
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