During the transplant I received a stranger’s heart,
I am not the same for my heart is new,
My new heart gave me a shorter fuse,
So when he said “Please follow your heart for I know it is
kind”,
…I snapped
‘My heart is gone and which part of that do you not
understand?’,
It is hard for me,
When I use expressions like ‘I cross my heart’,
‘I love you from the bottom of my heart’,
‘I love you with all my heart’,
I feel like a pathetic fraud,
As I look at my chest and beat my breast,
My cardio - thoracic cage,
Knowing the blood coursing through my veins is mine,
But its pump is not.
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