Thursday, January 29, 2009

Heart by Lauren Leigh

Do hearts have eyes?
Do they see what we can not?
My heart is blind.
What is a heart,
but an organ?
It pumps blood, nothing else, no feeling...
then why does my heart cry?
A conscious self-loathing,
a self-destructive nature,
a threat to myself.
My own worst enemy.
Why do I follow my heart
when all it does is lead me off of cliffs?
It can not be trusted.
Trusted once, never again.
It takes over my mind, leading to confusion.
Mentally, I carve it out,
remove it from my chest.
Follow your heart or follow your head?
Either way, you'll wind up dead.

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