#heartvsmind
Just when everything was pieced back together, it explodes.
Gears and pulleys no longer function as they should.
No respect, or decency for an abused harborer of blood.
Each time stripped and pulled apart.
Restructured with stitches of lies and broken promises.
Cracked open by the unworthy.
Tainted by ***** hands, and chipped blackened finger nails.
Cut and infected, poisoned and bruised.
Stupid thing.
Crying "love me, love me!" over again.
**** it learn!
No longer make yourself out of soft, breakable, easily torn.
Instead surround with metal and iron.
Impenetrable.
Make it so.
I blame you.
I will stitch your mouth shut with iron thread.
I will make it so that you beat only to live a little longer.
I will stop listening, I will no longer allow you to have a say.
You will become nothing to me.
I am sending you to the basement, I am taking all feelings away.
You will no longer roam free.
You will become my unspoken shame.
You will be the secret that I keep.
No one will come to know you.
No one will ever see you again.
You cease to exist this very day.
I will not feed you, I will allow you to die.
I will chain you up and watch you wither away.
You don't deserve to live for what you have done to me.
I trusted you to many times and now you must pay.
I lock you up.
I bury you deep.
The only link you have to me is the blood you pump through my veins.
I owe you nothing.
From this day forward you are dead to me.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Why doesn’t the heart
understand simple calculation?
Two plus two… is four.
Not fifteen.
Not sixteen.
Just a simple equation.
Still, it trusts
the harder solution,
chases the complicated answer
to a simple question,
and ends in frustration.
Yet… even then,
it chooses
what it already knows
is wrong.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
__Untie me from your thoughts__ —
acting loose from your love;
not what I should’ve known.
Knot-tongued,
unable to say what I’m really feeling
inside the chambers of my heart.
Dumpling cheekbones
feeding off your smile —
_it's a soft scene_.
But all of our best actions
still aren’t worth a movie screen.
And aren’t we looking
a little too scripted
in front of our peers?
__You__ —
my original promissory note.
Please take note
of every step you take in my mind,
scribbling down your movements
like wandering footnotes.
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There’s also the shaking __trial of courtship__ —
in the jaws of both judges.
You say what you want —
and it turns out to be
exactly what I don’t.
You try to live in my thoughts,
but I’m still __renting that house__.
No roots, no keys —
just memories on a month-to-month lease.
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To say every man is just, "a dog" —
their barking mingles on,
chasing their own tails,
returning to the ones who wronged them
as if _they_ were wrong.
But the dog’s got a bone to pick,
and it contests every bone.
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__Truth is__ —
this, like our love,
was never meant
to be a love poem.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 4:40 AM UTC
I listen to my heart
and fall prey to
its whimsical detours
the way it marvels
at everything different
then naively
opens its hands wide
it gets blindsided
by love and then
forgot it ever happened
I listen to my mind
its cynical voice tells
me to put up walls
and don’t wish for
what I can’t have
everything is calculated
with fear and doubt
it drowns in loneliness
but at least that’s safer
than believing in love
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC