Containers of Violet

I have decided.
Tonight will be the night that I cut my heart out.

I mean, what good has it done me?
All that pointless beating.
Just another senseless noise
in a world that is already deafening.

So before I go to bed tonight
I am going to pull it out.
I should probably put it in a jar,
or something,
so that when I decide it has learned it's lesson
I can pop it back in.

I think all it really needs is a good time-out.
It really is very naughty.
It keeps hurting me,
grabbing my arteries and swinging around on them.
Jumping on my lungs like they are mattresses.
Swimming in my blood as thought it were a lap pool.

Sometimes I lay my head down at night
and wonder if it will kill me in my sleep.
That I might not wake up in the morning
to see the sun burst over the hills
like the most beautiful smile in the world.

Bad heart. Bad!
Into the jar with you.