My brain and heart

My brain and heart divorced a decade ago over who was to blame about how big of a mess. I have become eventually, they couldn't be in the same room with each other now my head and heart share custody of me. I stay with my brain during the week and my heart gets me on weekends they never speak to one another. Instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing: "This is all your fault" On Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past and on Wednesday my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future they blame each other for the state of my life there's been a lot of yelling - and crying So, lately, I've been spending a lot of time with my gut who serves as my unofficial therapist. Most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut's plush leather chair that's ...