Can you not reveal your heart to me?
Must I delve in there myself?
I wish I could tell you…
I’m set to run,
I’ll cut off and run,
And not look back.
I’ll look obsessively over my backup plans
I always have.
I’ll recite the pros and cons,
Have a proactive case of sour grapes,
I don’t know any other way…
To keep my heart
from being taken
Only to have it handed back
Emptier than it was before.
Forlorn are the ones
Who wanted to be different
Only to stand apart
So that they were ushered in
More closely.
Not left to find their own way.
Only different to be attractive.
Only different to be a safe novelty.
One that catches the eye,
But is bought all the same.
Not left on the shelf as
Just too raw…too bizarre…maybe broken…maybe just too wrong.
it lies there listless.
Realizing it wanted the very same things…
But just
From someone who could understand.
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