Like my heart

What if the soul were a tangible thing;
Would it beat like my heart beats?
If I held it in my hands, would it bleed?
Would my emotions seep out and stain my fingers,
Paining new cuts and opening old scars,
Dripping to the floor and pooling where everyone can see,
Clearly, how carefully or poorly I maintain them?
If I gave away my tangible soul, I wonder,
Would it break like my heart breaks?