The heart dies a slow death

It sheds each hope as a tree in autumn

Until the time comes when there are no leaves

No hopes

No dreams

Nothing

0o0o0

I wanted you to mend my broken heart

But instead you froze it to match your own

You act as if I am dead and merit no further thought

No compassion

No empathy

Nothing

0o0o0

It is not a woman’s place to want

It is not a woman’s place to feel

She must be beautiful, sensual, and without regret

No kindness

No weakness

Nothing

0o0o0

It is not a man’s desire to care

It is not a man’s desire to love

He must rut like an asinine beast in heat

No warmth

No emotion

Nothing

 

© Amy Sophiamehr

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