My heart

I’m quite certain that my heart can’t be broken. I take very much care of that. I don’t let it go around freely and fall in love all the time. I put it into a chest of iron, where it is hart to reach and it can’t go out.

But a heart needs food, or it will die. That is love, only love can nourish our hearts. There are many different kinds of love. Love for parents and siblings, love for friends, love for pets and other animals, love for trees and flowers and every part of nature, love for hobbies as music and art. And there is this special love. The one and only love that can nourish our heart completely. All the other kinds of love can be seen like vegetables and fruits. You can eat them, but you will not really feel full. But there is one kind of love that is like carbs. If you get this one you won’t be hungry.

My heart is very hungry. It gets many vegetables but it craves for more. Sometimes I can give him so many vegetables that it is satisfied for some time, but never fully. There are times when my heart sees that there might be some carbs. I see a boy I like and suddenly my heart starts to hope. To receive attention from this boy is for my heart like little sugar candies. But when it finds out that it won’t get his carbs it gets crazy. It raves like a madman, like a drug addicted that doesn’t get his stuff. It bangs his head against the walls of his chest, it cries and tells me hundreds of sweet little promises that there will be a wonder happening, that everything will be good, if I just let it out.

But I won’t. I will never open that chest alone. Maybe somebody will fall in love with me, somebody I love too and together we could open that chest and my heart will be satisfied. My heart just gets free, if it has the chance to get real love.