Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


This is my heart.
It beats, just like everyone else's.
It can hurt, it often does.
It can bleed, if wounded right.
It can cease, if wounded right.
This is my heart.
It can rupture, it can sink.
It can give love, and it can take.
It can be scarred, it can be scathed.
It can continue, it can quit.
This is my heart.
It can be damaged,
It can be fixed.
It can be tortured, it can be kissed.
It can be tainted, and it can be dead.
This is my heart.
Why would you want to take it from me?

July 14, 2006

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