I used to offer

A quivering messy heart

Shakily held

In sweaty anxious hands

Convinced

I had one chance

And to drop it would be disaster

Then spent nights

Brushing off the dust and dirt

From the inevitable fall

Of what I imagined my heart to be

Fucking bullshit

THIS actual HEART is made greater

Than I imagined myself to be

It will outlast me

I am the one who needs dropping

It knows what it is doing

Occasionally, it gives a hint