A breath down the old lane
Standing at crossroads
But looking through the memories
Thinking the heart wants what it wants
But then what happens when it’s unrequited
The heart wants what it wants
But only flowing blood remains
The heart aches, bruised and tired
And it’s left alone
Discarded
No one has the time of day
For a bleeding heart
For its uselessness
It’s not another brick in the wall
But slowly morphs into
Just another face
Lost amongst others far brighter
The heart aches being another face
Another picture on someone’s screen
Can you ever see it
Slowly, it comes in
Blink, speak, heart
Insanity
Repeating
Recusing
And raging against nature
But then you realize where futility lies
Bleed, heart
Because only you will