Malfunctioning
Heartstrings
The heart
begins to tug, pull and twist,
as if trying
to set itself free - by binding itself to another,
but I’m
tired of her weary attempts to change, affect and twist my life around,
she will
soon dwindle and fade into nothingness,
as passion
always does,
leaving me
to pick up
the broken pieces of my life.
I declare
here and henceforth to tame the wild beastette,
to reason
with her,
remind her
of the calm and tranquil happiness we once had - not long ago.
She refuses
to listen, an un-chainable girl,
knowing all
too well what is “best” for her,
ignoring all
requests, advice and reasoning I give,
jumping wild
and free into a lake of emotional instability,
as if she
herself is addicted to the chemical imbalance of the soul.
Treachery
lurks beneath the surface,
unhappiness
she is incapable of foreseeing,
and I shall
continue to protect her,
against her
own will,
locked away
in the vault of my emotions.
Or like a
child locked away in a sanitized play room,
am I
crippling her ability to feel anything at all,
wounding her
into reasonable happiness,
and
submissive apathy?
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