The Heart, it Hurts Most DaysA Poem by Lindsay
Previous Version This is a previous version of The Heart, it Hurts Most Days. I hate that you don’t give a s**t, I hate that you don’t call. Take the b***h way out, I want to face that wall. Talk to me through layered bricks, Cracks that surface there, Tell me to ignore my thoughts, My heart told not to bear. No, don’t need your sympathy, Acknowledgement, your kiss. (Your kiss, I need like oxygen), But fine, I’ll hold my breath. You decide, you make the move. I’ll play along your course. You, you’re all the same, A heartless tour de force. Patterns, disappointments welcome, There’s room for one and all. It seems once you let just one in, Your heart’s wide open, raw. Takes in every worthless case, Who hangs you for a month. Yes, that’s about how long it takes, For you to know who won. Cut our losses Return to the stage. Or stay, fight, change, Your tragic, malign ways. Recognize the pain in all of us, The heart, it hurts most days. © 2010 LindsayReviews
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Added on May 15, 2010Last Updated on August 2, 2010 AuthorLindsayLaurel springs, NJAboutI love music, traveling, reading, writing, psychology, dancing, and photos. more..Writing
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