hyper-empathy

you have such a big heart.

i bleed out for those

who can't clot.

as the absence of apathy,

i fill pockets between ribs

that aren't mine,

leaving no man behind

but myself.

vacancies seem to me

like a cry for help,

and, yes,

i am hollow-

but so is someone else-

so i spread,

and rent out my heart

like i'm not already falling apart

from my own sorrow.

boundaries are just lines to cross

and ropes to jump

so i set all or none,

double-dutch dodging my own feelings

just for fun,

yellow-taping others' wrecks before i even begin to reflect on the car crash under my skin.

is it selfless or selfish?

is it bad that i wish

i didn't feel anything at all?

if only my heart was small.

not being able to carry the weight of the world is my own personal tragedy.

if only i thought of myself

instead of always thinking about someone else.

if only i felt bad for me.