Aug
31
old lady heart
listen
to my heart
and the fear
induced
and the rage
given to me
by you
sweet thing
just a boy
and yet
you waged
that war
on my heart
the poor
undeserving
only loving
wretch
the one that walks
in rags
now singing
crooning
for lost love
not even yours
how it cries
at the memory
of the pain
and the hurt
it feels heavy
and empty
with the rest of me red
and that old lady blue
like she got froze
in the wintery snow
in the shards of those ribs
that break her apart
ripping at her legs
tearing holes in her clothes
and yes
once again
i do this
to myself
heart
how can you learn
to love again
when you are constantly
reminded
of the pain
of the pain
of the pain?
