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I have no heart.

I left it broken,

Half beating somewhere

And now I can't find it.

I meant to give you the pieces.

Hope that somehow you could put it

Back together for me.

But I lost it.

And I will never get it back.

Why do I still breathe

With this wound in my chest

How is it possible to pull

Air into my lungs

To evict it again and again

When I'm missing such a vital piece

to the process?

It leads me to believe that

It was dead long, long ago

And that through some evolutionary wonder,

A freak act to maintain survival I've been working

Around its absence.

I'm sorry that I have

Nothing left of me to give you,

Nothing at all that matters.

Just make this ache go away for me.

Make it stop seeping

Into my clothes and leaving

Little <3 shaped stains on all my shirts.

Is that so much to ask,

Is it?