It hurts when my heart loves what it cannot,
Yet there is no peace and it seems hollow,
The sadness of pushing love out and yet,
Holding the burden when it tries to reach out.
Work to silence the mouth that seeks release,
What more can one do but sulk deep within,
The way my heart loves and watches itself bleed,
Today is one of those days when it reeks.
The howling wind echo the screams of my heart,
They call you out knowing you'll kill it all,
But then the heart is primeval and aches,
It still loves you and it brings loathe within.
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