Miscreants Love

The heart is more resilient than most believe. Most put it in this defensive shell leaving it to collect dust and find later it's hard to dust off the heart.

 My understanding,

of your complex behavior,

leaves me blinded,

as you have no reason.

 

 To direct,

this violent sadness,

onto a man,

seeking happiness.

 

 For those words,

are like salt to a wound,

makes the heart wince,

though I still stand.

 

 Stand before you,

with an open mind,

speaking justified,

yet I will not blame.

 

 For love found,

while on defense,

has a chalk line chance,

in this world of miscreants.