My heart today in the world
has gone hard and hard as stone
for notions that love is real is true
but some things it won’t condone.
Like lieing to myself I won’t do
I am a man and yes I will exude
true thoughts of who I think of whom
blackened a heart I need truth.
Closure eminent I wish to soar
from the pain and have comfort
and bliss to twist anxiety sore;
it keeps me from ripping my shirt.


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