Heart is a despicable little thing. It get’s out of hand every single time I let it loose a little. Made a huge mistake, I let my guards down and it fluttered out of it’s gilded cage. Out in the unprecedented territories. Gosh I hate it when it does that. Curious little thing ends up getting hurt every single time. And I end up having to put band aids over all the bruises on it as It winces and cries out in pain while I cuss it for attempting to leave it’s cage. Heart is so selfish. It doesn’t understand the collateral damage it leaves behind every single time it escapes. It doesn’t understand it is me, who has to clean up the mess it makes. Selfish little thing, only thinks of itself. So here I am again, putting back together the pieces it broke in the process, trying to suture it back with minimal scarring. I have to admit I’m becoming quiet good at this, fixing the broken pieces over and over again. But I’ve found a way to keep heart in it’s gilded cage forever now. Yeah, then heart won’t be able to escape. This fickle heart will soon know it’s place.