Emotional Baggage
No way to win, loneliness knocked no matter the choice. Left me with a heart of spikes, either way I pick it up it stings, a sting of emptiness, helplessness and fear.
A heart I have to carry until it's fused to my skin, until it becomes a part of me, until it becomes a scar that can't be hidden.
A heart that was once soft as a cloud, a cloud that even cupids were jealous of, now turned solid, heavier than the biggest mountain.
A heart I'd choose to cary all over again, knowing everything that it was, is and could've been.
