A Real Heart

If I sail away on the higher winds

Don’t blame yourself, don’t blame me

Because I’m not your problem and

I recall the days when I wanted to be

 

I’ll never be the gentleman you wanted,

Blood will always be thick in my fur, and

When you catch my scent you won’t breathe

The same destiny, and we’ll sit together silently

 

And when I’m sailing away I’ll curse softly,

Tell you all the things I was meaning to say

To myself

Knowing that they’ll be meaningless to you

Because to stay would be to suffer, knowing

That you won’t hear a hair of it, and lately

I haven’t felt the need for begging, and

Lately, I’ve sought a new way of thinking

 

I don’t need children I’ve sewed to my thigh

And grown like an old deity, that will be born

Prepared to strike and curse at me, with silence

More potent than any curse words.

 

I used to think that my world was ash without

People like you, but my uncle made me stronger,

And my clan made me bolder, and my own words,

Burn brighter than any sympathy of comradery

You could fill my head with.

 

And I have people here and there that will love me

The way that I had previously convinced myself I would

Never be loved

Like I have a real heart, and not merely

Like a discarded toy on a string

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Correspondence]

Beautiful~
I love free verse poetry; it is much easier to get your point across than to twiddle your thumbs over finding the right rhyme. I found the wolf analogy interesting.

[Jhale]

This is EXCELLENT. Drew me in and wrapped me up. I love it bro.