A Selfish Heart

August 29, 2017

My heart’s as selfish as it is oblivious,

because it wants your love so badly

And, in taking what it can get, it finds only hatred resides in your body

Men may cry and experience this pain, calling it heartbreak,

But only cowards sit in the dark and wait for their underlying fate

I don’t hold a grudge for what you did, but what you didn’t do

You took my heart and failed in the end to see it through

And you leave no apology letters or notes of guilt;

So, yes dear, to feel some prolonged bitterness I do still

Seemingly long ago, you stole lipstick from my lips,

And for you to do so now would not amount to shit

Because you listened to my heart beat in my chest,

Having simply listened for a way in like all the rest

Many times you would continue pouring into my innocent eyes,

Only to taint my naive soul with an abundance of lovely lies

They were not shallow and pristine but quite dirty and ugly;

You claimed twisted beauty to a puzzle, solution never seen

So you tell them all now that you cannot hear me

My eyes, my hands, my love; oh, but can you see?

You have to have stolen not only my selfish vitality,

But every lasting breath I were willing to breathe

These strings, their one and only job to tug on my fragile heart,

Have snapped themselves; never to love those willing to tear me apart

Yet, here you are, everything I fear

a pitiful coward playing by ear

I am selfish and I ask more of you every day

but would it be so damn bad if for once you decided to stay

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