When my heart no longer has the ability to feel,
Will I spin uncontrollably as a pinwheel?
It's bleeding, spilling too much crimson to conceal.
How many cracks hide behind my stubborn ideals?
The pain is like a fairy dance, so surreal.
It's so unexpected like an ill-placed cartwheel.
So quick. The wound has no time to congeal.
Never would I have guessed what that heartache reveals.
Best friend. Worst enemy. Consistent in my life as steel.
One in the same. Yet she cracks my heart like a lemon peel.
But day after day, spinning around life's Ferris wheel,
I know, in time, my heart shall heal.