Do you have a heart?

an old assortment of words, found.

My heart is broken. The walls have long crumbled and been forgotten. There is no mending what has turned into dust. There is no putting together, what is no longer there. Its time to find a new heart. It is time to form new walls. It is time to put bright colors and positive things on these walls. But this heart is for no girl, at least not now. This heart is for my mother, my father. This heart is for my sister and brothers. This heart is for my friends. Most importantly, this new heart is for myself. Mine. My own. This heart is a strong heart. A loving heart. A big heart. A heart ready to sacrifice and accept. And yet at the same time it is a timid heart. A heart with insecurities. A heart with doubts. A heart with anxiety and fears. It is a human heart. Flawed and imperfect, but yearning to be the best heart it can be. This heart is not to be shared. Not to be given out again so easily. This heart must be won. This heart must be wooed, and ripped out of my chest by the only thing that can do so, the bond that comes when you find the another heart that beats at the same pace as yours and with the same tune. Another heart that wants what you want out of this life, another heart willing to risk itself for yours. Willing to risk being hurt and broken, because the ultimate reward is more beautiful than anything on this earth. Love.