Deep inside,
I know that
things won't remain
this way forever.

But that stubborn,
unchanging, idiotic
part of my heart
refuses to listen,
and keeps piling
wish upon wish,
dream upon dream,
and storing them
in its recesses,
so that when it hurts,
it'll probably hurt
in every nook and corner.

It'd be a wonder
if I could mend
my mess of a heart
after that happens.