Gear Heart, How Like You This?

Gear Heart, How like you this?
Red, repeating, and full of space, for
Eros', and his stinging arrows to wedge, like a toothpick shard.
Ah, to be a constant target, and yet to continue
To churn and churn,
It's more than you can bear
Am I right?
Mad as I am, for assuming that you wish for
A life, free from turning hand?
Don't tell me, wait, wait-
Don't tell me,
I know the answer to this, you whispered it to me, on a night
Clear from steampunk gears.
"To beat!" you cried
"Eternal, independent."
Driving away tears, you pumped out a creaky
"To
Beat!
Or not to beat!" and
In this, you collapsed, for there was
No oil, for your gears.
God, how I wish you could live, times two.

//I'm not crazy, it's an acrostic.