I had my heart broken once.
So I hide it and locked it
inside a treasure chest
and buried it in cement.
There it would be safe.
I never wanted anyone
to find it and risk having it
broken again.
I focused on myself
and never dared
search for love.
Until one day,
I opened it and found
that the stone has seeped
into the cracks.
My heart had
become impenetrable.
It had corroded
from not being used;
it didn’t even beat anymore.
It was dead.
It was completely useless.
It was unbreakable;
I had become hardhearted.