Heart

I don't remember the first boy who broke my heart / my heart has always been a broken thing / least that's how I remember / but then there was Thomas who said I would be cute if I wasn't so skinny / so I ate and ate until I was a thing too big to love / too broken to possess / and Malik was there with his arms waiting as the softest place to land but he had no imagination and didn't make me laugh / so I left / I left everything / my clothes / my journals / computer / dildo / my heart was already broken / broken first by my father whose humanity was a thing I was too young to understand / who was the first boy to break your heart she said / I said my heart / what heart