Heart goes Boom

There is a bomb sewn inside of my chest. 

It is my heart, and when it beats, it ticks.
So when I die, my heart will explode. 

And every bit of pain, of joy, of love felt and unfelt, of hate endure and hatred issued, 

every single sunrise witnessed and every single sunset misplaced, 

every single mammoth and insignificant moment will be unleashed upon the world in a fiery explosion. 

My death will set the air on fire, crack the earth, and collapse the sky. 

My death will turn every heart bleeding and forbid every tear.
There is bomb sewn inside of my chest. 

It is my heart, and when it beats for the last time, hold your breath. 

Savor it.

For it will be the last breath you take.