Piñata

My heart is not a piñata,

I can't afford this dilemma.

It rushes into my head

Like an old soul dread.

My heart isn't for sale,

This is a no-go trail.

Even if I miss the point,

My feet still find the joint.

Vulnerability

Has been an ongoing story

Vulnerability

Gets on my nerves already.

My heart is not mine to fix,

Darkness has no hold over me.

I know where the Styx leads,

I don't rescue anyone to be free.

My heart is not a toy,

Strings pulled cruelly for joy,

Broke, then grew unexpectedly.

I own myself - only me.