I hold a heavy heart and absolutely no grudges
I maintain a wicked brain and I water my flowers
I keep poetry in my pockets, bright eyes in their sockets
I own and I am many things
I'm hunched over from the weight of it all
They say I'm too complicated and I say *******
I never asked for this orchestration of organs
We all ask to be unburdened
But I hold absolutely no grudges
I thank all the stars for my scars
I thank the moon for making me a loon
And my arms are empty of grudges so they can embrace you
Even when they say I should erase you
I never listened to them; why would I start now?
My heart gets heavier but I hold absolutely no grudges
That's why my arms are weak but my body so strained
I cannot count the times they've called me strange
From head to toe I'm me, I know
I've never been anyone else
It makes my brain and heart melt
Into one wicked, beating, bulging *****
I've never been able to separate them
But maybe it's a perfect conundrum
The way I'm complete but undone