wrecked. ⚓

The emotion police are wreaking havoc inside of me,
Handing out fines to all of my organs
Because they are underpaid and fear unemployment.
Despair is the chief,
The one that outweighs every other rank,
Even Pain and Happiness and Anger.
He scours my body for the place that needs the most help,
Trekking imperfections through my bloodstream until he finds it.
He takes my heart in his hands and grins at me
Before he runs away with it.
I am worried for what will become of my dear heart
In his rough hands of faulty innocence.
He is not aware of the destruction he can cause
On such a fragile thing.
You, my dear,
You are Despair, the chief.
Unknowing and careless.
Rich, all-having boy,
You do not need to fine my everything.
I have no more to give.
Please, be careful with my stolen heart,
And when you are ready to return it,
I beg that you will keep it in one functional piece.
The rest of me is already wrecked by you.