#modernpoets
__So complete, so absolute__—
is the one tear a man chooses to shed.
Because truth is, his emotions live in a shed too—
thrown together in panic, windows cracked,
doors barely hanging on.
A man who doubts his own worth
never finds the change he really needs—
and even his spare moments run so thin,
His spare tyre is flat from carrying too much
weight in the dark.
His dreams are balloons on sticks,
meant to rise but they are tied to the ground.
He is good to her, in small ways; but he knows
he could become better if he stopped confusing
survival with love — _if he let go of those instincts._
For where the heart burns wicked and the mind
judges cold, he meets his true rival: __himself.__
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC