Empty Chest (A poem)

If my heart was a tool

I’m afraid that it’s broken 

Unused for so long

That it’s rusted inside

It hasn’t found love for so long;

That it may have shrivelled and died 

But I hope that someone comes along

So that one day it will be woken. 

So many I’ve wanted to love 

But my love’s been turned down 

If what’s in here is what matters 

Then maybe there’s nothing worth having.

The very thought of that 

Leaves me terrified.  

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