about a heart
a standard investment // the hanged man
if i know anything about a heart
if it knows love at all, it will break
the unrequited lover sails a sinking ship
a hop, jump, and a skip across oceans
one tender muscle aches for the return
don't know why sometimes why it hurts
when it's just the same it's always been
so bad this heart shows it’s wrath
today the hanged man meets death
in the stead of its graceful dignity
because a heart isn’t only used for love
sometimes a heart lifts us to the sun
hope so high it loses sight of risk
reminded of the capacity to feel good
letting go of holding anything back
the major impact of a Tower moment
a rapid fall that impacts who 'i' is to 'you'
fall to jagged and liminalled potential
a plain crushing me into nothing more
survival powered by a singular mass
if i know anything about a heart
if it knows love at all, it will break
tragedy for being favored by the gods
treasured and worth it until it isn't
a standard investment in the hidden self
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say
:::WARNING:::
not for what you understand
:::WARNING:::
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
:::WARNING:::
or you may not
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