Tin Man
Tin Man
It’s better to have loved and lost,
Than to never have loved at all.
Maybe it’s better to be the tin man.
I envy the one with no heart.
I used to worry about my heart,
irregular, erratic, or whatever.
Beat, beat, skip, beat, beat, skip.
Got it tested, turned out fine.
Now I wonder how it keeps beating,
Beating through the tightness in my chest,
Beating through grief, like a loved one lost,
Beating with nothing else to beat for.
Oh how I envy you tin man,
And I wonder to myself,
When it’s all said and done.
Was asking for a heart worth it?
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Moments Away
Sandals by the shore,
Shorts in the waves,
Blood in the air,
Salt on my hands
Bites on the beach,
Strangeness on the pebbles,
Darkness all around encircling me.
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