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.