Spill Out My Heart

If you were to spill out my heart what would you find ?
I don't even know.
Would you find love and joy ?
Tragedy and despair ?
A girl who thinks the world isn't fair ?
A crush on a guy ?
Head in the clouds, way past the sky ?
Sorrow and shame ?
Disgraceful fame ?
If you looked at me plain, what would you see ?
I'm quite sure you'd only see me.
You'd think my heart was fantasy,
for it doesn't quite understand reality.
If my heart had a beat, what would you hear ?
Cheerful singing, or dripping tears ?
Derived from happiness, or a world full of fears ?
If you analyzed my words, would the beat be the same ?
I highly doubt so.
Does my heart reach my lungs ?
Perhaps it does not.
I think it prefers to hold back it's thoughts.
Is my heart pure ?
What is pure, may I ask ?
Is my heart fragile ? Is it made of glass ?
What is a heart ?
How should I explain...
Scientifically speaking, or by which love got its name ?
Physically speaking, my heart keeps me alive.
Emotionally, it yearns to die.
Whether it's in my chest, or torn outside,
you may never see it. unless you were to try.
Do I have a heart ?
I don't even know.
Even if I didn't,
that may never show.

 

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I can't believe you don't have a review on this yet. I loved this poem! It's very genuine in ways that you can tell that probably words kept just flowing as you wrote it. Naturally. I must say, after reading that you're only 15, these lines struck me the most, "Physically speaking, my heart keeps me alive.
Emotionally, it yearns to die." Amazing! Great piece of work! Keep at it!