I put your dying heart in the shower,
For Pete's sake, I imagined it would eliminate it's tortuous stink with much power.

Then I oiled your dying heart with oud oil,
Owing to much prodigious hope that it could at least, one day develop a pleasing scent, only to realize I'd created a grotesque moel.


With much effort I brushed your dying heart with my best mop brush.
But, cheater, I only brushed down your nerves for doing good, awakening a frightening character in a rush.


Then again, could I wish to dress your naked heart?
Even though I've not been the one who undressed it in the first place?
Could I blame the one who left it shattered and broken in nudity,
Or should I blame you the victim for developing an afterward crudity?
If I could, anyways, dress it well,
What would I cover it with?
Love, patience, tolerance for a monster who lives blind to optimism and humility?


Hence in the end, I put your dying heart in the microwave,
But when it did not warm up to kill the bacteria inside it,
I intentionally misplaced it in the burning furnace.

If we can not rehabilitate it, then why not braai it for the sake of those left with faultless hearts?

#unwillingtochange#. #evilheart#. #heartbreak#. #movingon#



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