$$$ for my heart

I tried to give my heart away so many times

But it’s like no one can see it resting in the palm of my hand.

But if I put it back in my pocket and forget that it’s there.

I won’t find it again until I air my dirty laundry.

For when I hide my heart my hands get dirty

And I wipe my dirty hands on my shirts, my pants and stain my garments nonchalantly.

I dismiss the purity around me and seek out the harshest realizations in an effort to make excuses out of lies to justify their existence and turn them into truths.

I want to give my love to someone. I’m tired of keeping it for myself.

If I can’t give it away. Then maybe I’ll attach a dollar amount to it and post it on eBay.