Work Text:
If you were to cut open my heart,
It would bleed green.
Tearing apart the ligaments,
At the muscles as they pump pump pump,
One would assume I am: broken, poisoned, cursed.
I have heard it all, because my heart should not be green.
It should not be so bitter and I, heartless.
We will fix this, they told me.
But what if I don’t want to be fixed?
I am not broken. I do not need to be repaired.
Loveless, you call me,
But loveless I am not.
I am full of life,
And ambitions.
I am determined to lead a fulfilling life
And find my legacy.
Maybe I am loveless,
For not wanting to be defined
By old lovers and heartbreak,
But at least I am not living a lie.
