"The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie." --Faefever Karen Marie Moning
#1
I fear this heart will explode
In moments you will see what I am made of
with my hurt lying on the floor.
You'll know where my soul has been
Lost in the wilderness of maturation and an aching need to be whole
What if he died?
What if he's gone forever?
What if he does not see
the pain as it spills to my knees from the hole in my chest to the toes of his feet?
Have I met him yet?
How will I know?
Will his pain throb with mine?
In a single beat with mine?
Or am I meant to be one of the greats
in a lonely sea of endless poetic prose and verse
"Suffer for your art and such. For your
wounds are not self-inflicted but genuine
and overwhelming."
"I see your beauty!
And you are beautiful!
Write your heart plain
on this page and know
your agony is not in vain.
I will heal you make you whole.
Just be patient."
He says these things and walks away.
And I continue to bleed
From the hole in my chest
Where my heart use to be.
#2
I love the way you sneak back in
With concern and a offer of help
I will not be fooled
I cannot be fooled
Seriously I cannot go through this again
Thank you but no!
And you can take that check to the bank.
Endorsed to your account.
And you can place a hold on that amount.
Because I'll never be your fool again.
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