Heart.

You pour your heart out.

You know why?

Because

it's easier

to digest

in liquid form.

You pour it out

and they eat it up.

You pour it out,

and the rest bleed quietly.

You feel such utter madness -

every situation

can't be contained.

You want the best,

hope for the best,

but expect the worst.

It takes time -

you tell yourself

this

over

and over

and over

again

until it

has taken time.

Just keep pouring it out:

it seems to come in

endless supply,

and it doesn't 

hurt.