my heart has grown wings and is fluttering out of my chest cavity

wanting something bigger and better than the body it resides in

i'm trying to tie a string around it and hold it close

but i can't keep it steady

i'm working to construct sturdy organs

ones that don't leave or drift or flutter away in their own beautiful ways

it's not working as planned, the wood is getting drenched

becoming limp and bending where it shouldn't bend

but through building this i'm learning something

that maybe it's okay to let your heart leave your body

maybe we have to let go of things for certain reasons

to remember why we have them in the first place

and to learn that we can live without them for a little bit

because when they come back

they return with purpose and wisdom

and more room to hold onto the things i wish to keep inside

since they let go of everything i don't care for on their way out

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i was looking through my drafts and found this, i have a few things saved in there that i have pulled from longer poems that i have fallen in love with and i thought this was one of them, but it turns out that i wrote it... i'm surprised but proud of myself nonetheless