My heart hurts,
Despite me.
I insist, oh
but I insist
That I don't
Give a damn
About you
Anymore, no.
It still cringes
At the very
Thought of you.
In fact, it
Doesn't even
Need to be
A thought, no.
Even the breath
Of a thought
Sends my heart
Into the fetal
Position, crying
Out for Mommy.
Oh but really
What do I care?
I really had
No business
Giving my heart
To anyone
Anyway.
How sad... We do tend to get such ambivalence when the pain is so great and there is a need to protect our vulnerability. As the cliche goes... better to have loved...