GARBAGE

Here, hold my heart,

I’m much better off

Without this throbbing pain,

Without this need to love and to feel,

To laugh and to bleed.

Here, take my heart;

I’m much better off

In a static scorching summer

Sans emotion and all;

The colourful spring

Of blossom and birdsong,

Leads but to a melancholy autumn

Of smiles turning yellow and brown,

And falling off my life

With hardly a sound-

Like the tears from my eyes,

And ending in a frozen winter

Of perennial pain.

Here, hold my heart,

Please take it and leave,

And just dump it

In the nearest trash bin

You find, thank you.