My heart is not a piece of wood to be carved
Or a lion to be tamed
My heart is not a runaway to catch
Or a picture to be locked inside of a frame
My heart is not spilling at the seams, at your feet,
it is not a glove for your hands
You cannot rip this out of my chest anymore,
My heart is not yours
My heart is a shore on an ocean which only
belongs to me
Water only I can reach
A private private private beach
Where your foot prints will not linger
Where you cannot place a finger
Where you cannot break me
My next heartbreak will not come easy
It will not come easy
- writing again- this one wasn’t even about love (@artnwords)













