i have a heart, it's just buried.

Under mountainous tons of earth because it's not impenetrable but who would want to search for it

my heart won't ever thunder, it's constantly at flat line, I promise there is life in me but only for people who make me want to live.

My heart is beating but faintly.

My heart is real, but you can't hold it. That's my job. I could never hand it to someone, so like a hoarder I buried it because who in the world would want to dig for days and uncover someone who isn't worth the dirt under your fingernails.

I have a heart but if I gave it to you it would sit on a shelf, another trophy. You collect heartbeats like currency while I pride myself in being penniless. The hearts I hold are only a couple but they mean something to me.

And I'm sorry, but I only have two hand.