What happens when you allow the heart to feel?

What do you opt when your mind screams run and your chest

deliriously beats stay?


We burn for things that burn us,

Torture ourselves with irrational thirsts for chattels already

claimed by someone else

The pain sure feels good at times.

Maybe that’s why we never tire of making the same mistakes

You lose your grip, decelerate, but remember to forget to shift


Just to skid back to that familiar muddy traffic of mixed feelings

Slowly common sense becomes translucent and is replaced by

the delusional mirage of what you can never have,

Ignorance takes tide as you blind yourself to the black and

white before you and before long,

not unbeknown to you, you are held captive,

by your own heart

and have become a  complete alien to reality



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