Your heart must be stronger than mine,
to hold the weight of all of everything.
It's easy to do as I do
and let it all go.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Become a solitary point in the universe,
balance all against the weight of an idea, an ideal.
My heart does not exist outside of my head.
You wear yours like a trophy,
with the scars as a testament
to the battles you've won.
Or maybe lost, but it's all the same.
I can't touch what you have,
and in my own little universe,
it terrifies me.
