HEART STRINGS
There are times when I want nothing more than to shut the door between this unsightly moment between my right and you're wrong.
I can hear the song!
Blasting in my ears until I've gone deft and you don't matter anymore.
But
You keep stringing me along
like I'm made of steel
and
nothing that happened or said was real!
I beg to differ
and so now
here is the steering wheel!
I won't appeal.
I just want what is real!
And my heart will never be made of fucking steel...
J.M.
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