when all the shadows shift

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

there has been a cave in
on the inside of my body
and I think that my heart
has been lost
amongst the rubble.
do I even need a heart
in order to survive?
isn't the stone
sitting inside my chest
e n o u g h?
⠀
I don't move
the rubble aside
to look for my heart.
I have no use
for an organ
with such
h u m a n
t e n d e n c i e s
of breaking.
I'd rather rip my lungs
from my traitorous body
than have to submit
to my vulnerabilities.
⠀
look at
how cold
I've become.
I've torn my
h u m a n i t y
to shreds
and made a home
for the
n u m b n e s s
in my head.
⠀
the void
in my chest
is all I feel.
I should be terrified
of the person
I've become,
but my body
has become
accustomed
to my
h e a r t l e s s
w a y s.
⠀
and I am
as heartless
as they come.
⠀
except that now
I have to face
this severed sadness
lying before me.
this fury of a fire
burning everything
inside me to ash.
this loss of love
in my bloodstream.

to lose your heart
is to lose your love.
and to lose your love
is to lose your ability
to be a human being.
if I am no longer human,
then
who
am
I?