I don't know how you
turn your heart off
Like you do
But I do know
what it feels like
when your heart gets tired
When it feels alone
When it gets sick of hearing
My Intuition screaming
But curiosity yields
no information
Just denial with a smile
Hearts don't run on gas
Mine's been lit for years
And it drains the connection
Which thrives on truth
My heart has been starved
All the thoughts,
and feedback
She should have been fed
Went to you instead.
Binging on your own emotions
Like an old man alone on his homestead.
I can't do this anymore.
I won't do this anymore
Picking up breadcrumbs
From the man who delivers bread
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