Some Need It So Bad (It's Death Once They Get It)

There is no set price to
its worth.
It is not polished jade,
poached ivory 
nor a vase dated by a dynasty.

It is hearts blood drawn
to hearts blood.
And it provides a warmth
that no poppy can produce.

It drives some mad,
until they're left
peering into the bottle,    
pounding the polished 
wood top for more.

The heart is truly unbreakable.
If only it could 
crack just a little.
If only the hollow in the
chest could be dumped full of the good times 
and left just as that.

When did forever equal a year,
how could something so good 
end up in tears.

I wish to rip my
heart out,
bury it in a wooden 
box deep below the earth.
Hide it away 
from its need to be loved.

I lived alone and alone was good.
I did not seek it out it found me.
.
And the torture
lays not within the 
waiting.