Heart Attacks And Living Poem by Maya Hanson

Every time my heart stops I feel more alive.
I know I should turn back but I can't find my steps
so the world etches these scenes into my pages
I will keep turning
from a time bomb to a constant,
I will keep turning
from a whisper to a heart attack.

Every time my heart breaks I keep on living.
If this heart is a desert all I need is water,
pick up the pieces and it runs from my fingers
I will keep turning
from barren to beautiful,
I will keep turning
from empty to bursting.

I would ask who do you think I am
but I don't need to see you weak
to be strong.

So I will keep loving heart attacks,
sometimes I love too much to do it well.