where is their heart? I see it, there buried in the scarlet and hurt barely pushing blood and ready to burst
but itβs not from love. it cannot feel. it has only hatred, burning for repeal shunning calculation for sentiment and pain for the thrill of what it was to **** again
are they sorry, in some part? yes; but not the heart. the heart still remembers what had been; that strange not-love β birdsong that clipped the dove, (and let its shackles rust.)
so it is the brain that must do because heart cannot feel, and the only path left to choose is to let itself heal