Tied Tight
Open your chest, my lovery-dovey girl,
So I can see if you have a heart.
Something was in there, living or old,
Strings of fear, like little tapeworms.
I reached down in there to pull them out,
But you backed away, wondering how?
How could they escape, so tightly they're tied,
If it all comes out, I might never survive!
"But deary," I said, "you told me back there
That you didn't care if the beating would end."
She blinked and held silent, that was how she answered,
Maybe that's how she thought I should be flattered.
I proceeded forward and held my arm out
Grasping those worms by the edge of their mouth.
When they were gone, I looked back inside,
And realized the truth that we all must abide:
The heart must beat so we could stay alive,
No matter what pumped it; blood, fears, lies.
She lived on no lies, she beat on her fears,
And the blood replaced just disappeared.
When the tapeworms came out, nothing was left,
And now, she couldn't go on any longer.
I stood there wondering for the longest time
If what I had done was wrong or right.
Is it better to live completely in fear?
Or better--than that--to not live at all?
(Those were the only apparent options,
Unfortunately for my lovey-dovey girl.)
I stared inside at the heart I found
Motionless, sorry; could be sold for a pound.
Because that was the way of his deary girl,
She never gave him her heart, she simply sold it.
He tore his chest open, that grand fool,
To see for himself if he had a heart...
Because no real human would buy their own love.
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My opinion of this poem simply is: i wish i had a wider vocabulary
Subject: Special Poetry 
