I don’t know much about hyenas
but I know much about love…
Not because I’d been in it for too long
But beause I’d been in captivity
the most times alone . . .
They say there’s nothing worse than that
and I believe them
I’ve seen my eyes pierce a heart
made of the hardest of steel,
yet I couldn’t make it bleed
my heart has melted the purest of gold
and yet still,
none I could turn into riches
Have I been so wrong the whole time
OR is my fragile heart too perky and sublime
for it to harbor?
A sublimity that’s better off alone.
Or maybe nothing fits
And my size 10 sneakers
are too large for you to sit
Or maybe I have too small a heart,
too little to have you live in it;
you for whom the heart tolls.
But what happens
when the curtains open?
would you be there to hold my hand?
Would you lOvE mE still,
or would you lOvE mE nOt?
But I know that smile already,
and you’re just gonna leave anyway…