my heart hurts
I want to keep striving, keep trying,
to swallow that vomit,
reinvestigate whatever taste I may have left behind,
chew over the chunks,
so maybe I'll realise
why I spat it out in the first place.
my heart hurts
You could grind me in a mortar,
make me dust with a pestle,
then still all my pieces would strain
to re-form,
re-gather
in order to repeat
the foolishness I've repented of.
It's not a sin,
it's just stupid,
the tempting kind of stupid
that spreads salve on the hole in my hurting heart.
I want to keep striving, keep trying,
to swallow that vomit,
reinvestigate whatever taste I may have left behind,
chew over the chunks,
so maybe I'll realise
why I spat it out in the first place.
my heart hurts
You could grind me in a mortar,
make me dust with a pestle,
then still all my pieces would strain
to re-form,
re-gather
in order to repeat
the foolishness I've repented of.
It's not a sin,
it's just stupid,
the tempting kind of stupid
that spreads salve on the hole in my hurting heart.
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