There’s just a weird feeling in my
throat.
I don’t know if I can properly describe it.
It feels as if someone is shoving my heart up my throat
and trying to make me puke it up.

And now that I think of it,
I’m probably better without my heart.
Cause with this heart there’s rules and conditions I never remember signing.
Terms and policies I never remember agreeing to.
My parents warned me about drugs and violence
but they never warned me about you.
Never told me how much missing you would
kill me.
How alone I’d feel.

My parents never gave me proper warning about this heart of mine.
They never once told me that it could make me feel so many things.
Things that I can’t physically control.
How this heart could beat a mile a minute when you were close
and break into a million pieces when you say
“I’m leaving.”

So this is an ad,
An ad for my heart.
I’m giving this heart away
and this is my warning to the new owner,

Stay away from pretty boys with green eyes.
Stay away from friends who promise they’ll be there forever,
Stay away from broken families, even if it’s your own.

But enjoy this heart.