Pericardial Personification

My Heart finds my Mind annoying

The Mind gets to rationalize logic and be cold and calculating, keeping me safe and sane

while the heart must suffer the intricacies of feeling whenever the Mind decides to think of you

My Stomach is envious of my Spine

The Spine can stand tall and straight through adversity, keeping pride in its posture

while the Stomach continues to buckle and sink at the sight of your face or the sound of your voice

My Feet will never forgive my Hands

My Hands got to brush the hair from your face, hold you in every hug, introduce themselves to your parents and your friends

Grab fistfuls of you and never let go

All my Feet got to do was walk away one last time

My Hands got all the hellos

While my Feet were forced to say goodbye