Who said we are born with one heart. You fool.
Science has never been so wrong.
We have half a heart apiece.
I have half a heart.
You have half a heart.
How do you make it one whole heart?
Only by bringing it to that, in perfect unity, its monopsony
.and no elasticity.
The more you try to match up; the dull the heart becomes.
But the less you try the more dust it gathers and soon forgets its other half's figure.
Don't try to change the curves, or smoothen it out for better fit with others.
What does your other half do then?
Even when torn to shreds it can still melt back together. In time.
Mine lays in pieces metaphorically.
Amuses me cosmically.
Floats in me biologically.
Dies me chemically.
Loathes me psychologically.
Hurts me physiologically.
Kills me in stant an eous ly.