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Black heart
The lines in her head were about wars waging,
and all I could think about is the teenage raging.
Her thoughts miles away but righteous in their justice —
mine focused on the surrounding circus.
They'll have to take me to a hospital if I let the war inside my brain right now.
The weekends were enough battle for me anyhow.
Somewhere along the line I'd lost my patience, my glow
and now the question consumed me — how did it come to such a harsh blow?
We were dividing up our things, but it's not what you think.
We weren't on the brink...
It's just a new way to live together — apart.
Turns out I'm the one with a black heart.
