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I've run flat out of sympathies

Punch-drunk-high on enmities

This vicious, cunting, foul disease

throws me down onto my knees!



Taste the shards your heart discards...



...and swallow...



Breathing in impure thoughts

My heart, my mind, the rage distorts

Piss away what once you sought

Seek refuge in the nerves now fraught



Stop...



Breathe...



Think...



Seethe...



Broken hearts just snarl and grieve



I can't stay static

I can't be still

Your vacillation makes me ill



You want my love?

You want a friend?

Am I your hope, or just your trend?



One...two...three...flawed!



My heart revolts, though smitten

Expectant, cracked, afraid

It will not lie on tainted sheets

upon the bed you made



It flinches at your touch

Recoils from your caress

Slinks from you, sweet succubus

and all that you profess



I watched as your heart split in two

the same way as before

I watched you give into his charms

throw all trust to the floor



In smitten curiosity

you see a darker force

I will admit my eagerness

can be construed as coarse



Who? What? When Why?



(Are those the thoughts that make you sigh?)



But hurt is not

a one-way street

a knife gouges me too

plunged by you

you misconstrue

your heart wavers, untrue



I push your buttons

You push mine

I cross - you spat across - the line

Fall from the skies

Far from divine

Blood drains straight from this heart of mine



"None of your business"

so you said

But those four words

fuck with my head

You place affection at his feet

Now you've the nerve to play discreet?



It does concern me

in this case

This is one fact you can't erase

This kind of love, not built to share

Two hearts at once you can't ensnare



Stop...



Breathe...



Sink...



Grieve...



A shattered heart can't help but seethe...



MRDA

(2004)