I wrote this as a comment on this post here.
“The heart was made to be broken”
But why does it feel this way every darn time
Feels like it’s about to give up and yell the words – “I can’t take this anymore”
But still I rise
Still, I’m here
Here’s to the elasticity of the heart
Trampled on and consequently deformed, but never, never broken
Still, I’m here.