It probably makes sense to look at it like looking at organic things
You could see your heart started to wither because it was dehydrated
Not enough lovin’ for it to go on
It may got stuffy or stale
Because it has been tucked away securely inside the chilling refrigerator
You could look at it the way you look at a fruit
The fruit may went bad because you never offered it to someone else
Since preference is a thing and being rude is also a thing
Nor could you give it to yourself
Believe me, there’s only so much “i love you”s to the mirror can do
How you gave it can be looked at how you cooked it
You may gave it undercooked because you were worried you’d turn up the heat
so much it suffocates the room
You may give it overcooked because you’re worried there wouldn’t be enough heat to keep the room warm
But it’s organic
You decide whether it is just a waste
Remnants of what’s left, picked up never to be seen again
Or some sort of manure
Cuz all those states i mentioned
It pretty much things went to shit
In this weirdly particular case, your heart
So 2 a.m. brain thought, since it is now a figurative shit
How about use said figurative shit as a figurative nourishment
For my heart to grow and bloom again
A life cycle i guess
But it’s heartbreak, tears and snots
Them tears and snots actually could rehydrate my heart
Only if i let it, though it sounds gross
I want to cultivate my heart, myself
I hope that mine will be evergreen
I hope yours too
