Hearts

this feeling constantly changing
yet perfectly still
we're good at pretending
we're best at coming undone
we think
we say
we hope
and we never let go
this rapture almost euphoric
yet violently empty
we're blessed at the start
we're damned at the end
we fall
we crash
we cry
and we ask for more
this thoughts obviously perfect
yet clearly mistaken
we're told to be grand
we're doomed to survive
we starve
we eat
we scream
and we even deny
this pain almost immobile
yet silently growing
we're great at defending
we're genius at hurting
we live
we love
we die
and in the middle we lie