on hiding the heart attacks
I will give you all of my stuff, if that would make you happy. I will earn money and feed you, if that will make you feel safe. If I lose these things, I can get them again.
I gave you my time. You had peace. I gave you my heart. You had love. When I lost these things, I could not get them back.
Working to recover things lost. With such fervor. The heart attacks. Hidden. Starving for the oxygen of recovery.
Smiling so brightly. I am. Hidden.