Heart of the Matter

My heart is buried deep underground
with the boy I gave it to
and alive (or dead), here I am:
numb, alone and unable to get it back.
So I aim for hearts because I've forgotten
what it might be like to have one;
and while I don't want to break yours,
I will, I will.
Still -
with broken, bloody hands I'll dig
and even if it kills me,
I'll find that heart I lost so long ago.

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