Metallic Heart

Metallic Hearts 

If I could make this single, simple request
An alteration, if you will, below my breast
Take my broken heart and compress
Leaving me with metal in my chest

Mold it and morph it from its melancholy state
Remove the urge or need for love to sate
Take away my fear and the burden of hate
Then perhaps this pain can finally abate

This metallic form, better in every which way
Preventing my head from being led astray
Through words, its superiority is hard to convey
But at least I’d no longer suffer when you betray

I’d become un-phased by your passing disregard
My feelings spared and my body unmarred
I’d see no downside to my iron shard
From my heart, you’d be barred

Then I’d build walls so tall and vast
Defending from advances to the last
Finally, I’d forget my troubled past
I’d be stronger still, unsurpassed

I’d have no need for emotions or pain
I’d be lacking in want for gain
Steeled toward love I can’t obtain
Perhaps the only person that is sane

So, if you would, protect my heart
Give me metal and a fresh start
I think my request is rather smart
Better than to live with it torn apart

…but is life really lived without a heart?
Perhaps I’ll think further on that part.

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Posted on March 9, 2014, in Dark, Loss, Love, Poetry, Unusual and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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