My head and heart have never
been on speaking terms–
one's always ******** to the other.
Or one becomes submissive
and shuts the world out to survive.
It gets old.
It gets old really fast.
Trust between the two wanes,
but never fades completely;
leaving room for apathy
or even worse:
Depression.
Objectivity becomes obsession.
Silence becomes heavy.
My body tears at the seams
trying to accommodate this
****** issue of trust.
But at the end of the day
the threads pull tightly.
Until they finally split.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 3:59 AM UTC
My head and heart have never
been on speaking terms–
one's always ******** to the other.
Or one becomes submissive
and shuts the world out to survive.
It gets old.
It gets old really fast.
Trust between the two wanes,
but never fades completely;
leaving room for apathy
or even worse:
Depression.
Objectivity becomes obsession.
Silence becomes heavy.
My body tears at the seams
trying to accommodate this
****** issue of trust.
But at the end of the day
the threads pull tightly.
Until they finally split.
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