why do we associate the organ that pumps our blood
with love
if our heart actually broke we'd die
why do we associate the blood organ
with something pure as love
is it too suggest that
a love that pumps through our body is true
and when it stops living, pumping
so do we?
what a beautiful metaphor
to believe such a whole idea
could fit into a muscle
that resides within our bodies
but
where does the love actually birth?
in our minds?
if so, would our minds be broken,
not our hearts?
why do i ask
do i question the heart
that pumps blood
that pumps life
because the love it pumps to every far corner of us
it lives
it gives us life?
is this what you meant by the old metaphor, dear philosopher?
sir?
are you stopped breathing?
has your heart stop pumping love?
who has done this to you sir,
who has broken your mind?
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