Against faith,
I’m honestly making the right choice
my heart has hung itself
inside a thick steel cage.
I want yesterday back,
so I could say and do
all the same things over again.
My heart loves
and it doesn’t matter
that it forgets
and has no long term memories.
The overcrowded conditions
of where it lives
it would be happy enough
just to have
a belly full of overflowing love.
I was wondering if,
the whispered prayers,
I’ve been saying for centuries now
are making any sense?
God has to be tired of listening.
What’s worse,
nothing ever changes,
and yet,
I keep my stubborn streak alive.
I think I can find someone to replace you.
Of course it is a lie,
it’s just that,
I’m just so much more
sensitive than everyone else.
I think that’s why
my heart has been sentenced
to this harsh life.
Far from everyone else,
it’s just the two of us in here
it’s impossible to spread wings
with hands that
would never trust again.
I’ve kept my promise
let me say that again.
I’ve kept all my promises
about writing each and everyday
to my love.
Always using a set of poetic words
always using the best of me
showing the world
how much love means to my heart.
I still get that same look
when others refuse
to look in
and recognize
my heart is still trapped
cuffed and chained
to a graffitied wall.
I have no excuses now
don’t try to convince me otherwise
for this love soaked love condition,
I accept is a part of me now.
In fact,
I didn’t know I’d end up here
writing about something or someone
that meant so much to me
and my best friend inside.
I bet I could forget everything
nothing or no one
needs to care or matter,
just as long as it meant
my caged-up heart
could be free
and let out.
