I am heart.

Tough and built strong enough to last more than a few decades- I am the opposite of my own being. Yes I pump blood into your body and I am the reason youre alive- but you, master, are simply killing me here.

I am more fragile than you think.

When youre angry, im the one that protests violently inside you. When youre sad I am the one that magically becomes a million times heavier and I weigh you down throughout the day as you stare wistfully at the grey sky. When you’ve just been hurt by someone, I am the one that inflicts an ache upon myself, self-destructing for the body I hold.
Ah yes, the heartbreak. A common activity we all do. So much so its bordering on a job cliché. Exhausting, really. It tires me because among the others, it is the most time consuming. And it saddens me to see my own body suffer. I do not understand why or how it happens – perhaps because my job is to only act but sometimes as I thud slowly and relentlessly at night, I wonder why is it that you choose to let your tears or your profuse silly thoughts lull you to sleep.. I am more fragile than you think.