Once upon a time, I wore my heart on my sleeve
and found that loving a man
is worse than heart disease
Had to stitch it back in place after it was ripped,
stripped into pieces, splintered into bits
Now I house iron chambers beneath my ribs,
free from the weakness that emotion brings.
I have a tin man soul, always in control
no feelings to catch or mood swings to show
I absorb all shock, immune to disturbance
a shield of indifference covers my surface
I have Kevlar skin for a bulletproof vest
so no man’s mess can shoot through this chest.
A mechanical heart, no more tyrannical parts,
the remaining scar tissue is hardly an issue
My artificial organ keeps me free from pain
as I pump blood for oil through these weary veins.
Lubricating hinges with crimson tinges,
all feelings forbidden in this insular prison
Heartbeats replaced by the sound of gears
so I’ll never again have to drown in tears
With metal parts so well engineered,
love is no longer feared.
I feel so invincible lately as this great me
An EKG couldn’t even trace me
I may flatline but heartbreak escapes me
no man can faze me, too afraid to face me
No need to revive me, I’ve survived the unlikely
no love bug could bite me or even frighten me
with this mighty engine bolted in my chest,
love is at its worst and I’m at my best.
A mechanical heart, no more tyrannical parts,
the remaining scar tissue is hardly an issue
My artificial organ keeps me free from pain
as I pump blood for oil through these weary veins.
Haha yep that’s true. However, I am not necessarily as extreme as the voice of the speaker. It’s just refreshing to write from the perspective of a woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with love. It was both enlightening and heartbreaking at the same time. :)
Sad story… Free from pain yes, but also free of that which gives and receives love. Becoming too cold, hard, and rigid and risk breaking. A mechanical heart can never replace a real one, Nick Chopper knew this. Apparently the subject does not…