Sticky Note Poetry #4

I wore my heart on my shoulder
Then I placed it on a shelf
I figured I just needed to
Leave my heart at home
Before I became heartless
So my countermeasure was to
Just use my heart less
Instead I forgot about it
It’s buried under dead skin
Until I had something
Worth believing in
I put it on, but
It doesn’t seem to function
Maybe a valve has succumb to erosion
Or my soul is too corrupted
I’ve found myself with a broken heart
Because I forgot about it.

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