heinous heart of mine,
who taught you what love was?
These emotions plague me,
a war ground for my feelings,
where bombs are thrown where patience cannot withstand,
Treaterous heart of mine,
how can something so eloquent be so wicked,
Full of grapes, strawberries and cream,
yet it is kiwis that remain in my mouth,
my tongue skewed,
from the skewers of truths I tell myself,
( Oh heart of mine,
this would’ve been normal had your mother loved you,
had your family not rejected you,
What was it about your blood that was so bitter, that your own mother beat you? )
Heart of mine,
I refuse to stop loving,
for it is an exceptional gift,
ecstacy of compassion and rapture,
of freedom.
I just, cannot,
stop grieving.
( someone,
please save me )