Recycle your heart after a heartbreak.
Throw it in the disposal, compost it, and make flowers in the spring.  

Your patience grew in the spring.
You would act like you didn't care when you did, shown through a particular word or something.

What would have happened if you didn't say something?
Descartes now helps with my panic attacks.

The moment I became conscious, I started to write about your attacks.
Hillside companionship doesn't equate to true love.  

I deserve love.
The girl on the phone two years ago believed otherwise.

You cannot say otherwise.
I chose to recycle my heart after this heartbreak.