There’s a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle and less like a bone.
I’ve known so many people who’ve grown up flexing it in front of a mirror
As if falling for their own reflection would be adequate.
And that’s bullshit, because we only get from now until the time we go,
And if they’ve only got time to love themselves,
Then no one’s going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.