Hardened Heart

That moment when your brain wakes you up from a dead sleep and says “Hey!! Make yourself useful and write this down or I’ll go on strike.” I take Brain’s threats very seriously. She’s a little strange.


The way I see it
The heart is a tricky thing.
Each time you give a piece away
Theres a line
That teathers you to
That line can only stretch so far
And if it breaks
The line snaps back to you
Left only to tend to a wound
To be the bandage
The scar tissue

A heart hardens when too many lines break.
So I’d rather keep my pieces to myself.

-A. Barnes

Stay weird, y’all XOXO ❤️


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