an aching heart doesn’t just go away.

even though you want it to.

it sits there, eternally rotting – a fruit green with envy, jealousy. grown and nurtured by the fear inside of you.

you can’t turn off an aching heart.

it hangs like a weight from that beating organ so that soon enough, it pulses faster and harder than in should even in the quietest of moments.

it puts you on edge.

it sits there while you live. saps at your joy, your conscience, your soul. it doesn’t just go away because you want it to.

so tell me.

how on earth do you make an aching heart go away?