Why My Heart Beats and Bleeds and Yours Doesn’t

sometimes i like to walk around in your shoes 

but then i remember to know better than to symapthise with you.

my mind is like the tides with its ebbs and flows

i want to give in. it floods

i want to make you beg. it recedes

constantly shifting around to find the middle ground between compliancy and obstinacy 

but i am beginning to believe that it does not exist.

what am i but another charm on your bracelet, only to toss away when i lose my shine?

i know why my heart beats and bleeds and yours doesn’t.

because if you listen close you’ll realise

the only sound is the whirring of machines

• feeling
• friendship
• poem