Why does the heart
Never listen to the mind ?
I have graved
With the darkest ink,
In each corner
Of this mind of mine
"Burry the thought of him"
I have yelled it
In the loudest silence,
Inside of myself
yet–
yet, yet–
Each sight of him
Leaves me aching,
Suffocating,
Dying softly.
As he remains there–
Unaware
of what he's making me feel
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
Why does the heart
Never listen to the mind ?
I have graved
With the darkest ink,
In each corner
Of this mind of mine
"Burry the thought of him"
I have yelled it
In the loudest silence,
Inside of myself
yet–
yet, yet–
Each sight of him
Leaves me aching,
Suffocating,
Dying softly.
As he remains there–
Unaware
of what he's making me feel
And he doesn't even see me burning...
