If hearts could speak, I wonder what they'd say?
I don't think it'd be the same thing as what your brain pushes through your lips, necessarily.
My heart feels things my brain tries to make sense of
My heart loves and hurts and longs in a way that words are incapable of describing.
I wonder if it's frustrating, to be a heart?
Because people don't listen
they can't or they won't.
They push hearts aside in favor of logic.
They boil them down to a simple blood pump.
I wonder if it's overwhelming, to be a heart.
Because you have a job to do
to keep someone alive, moving, functioning.
And all the while you're feeling intensely
you're loving, you're hurting, you're aching, you're joying
But you can't lose focus, you can't take a break or a day off
You have a life to maintain.
If hearts could speak, I wonder what they'd say.
If they'd tell us we should listen?
Or we should appreciate them more?
Or maybe, all they'd say is lay off the cheeseburgers.