Min[e] Alone, Beating Heart

No one knows you: my tiny beating heart.
No one can pull you apart- my heroine

 addict, the one addicted to the drugs that are

 the countless beating hearts that you infect

 with your “love”- that mind numbing poison

 you disembody.

Just tell me to tell them- the one for the

 many, my a*s!
I can see him breathing hard; the one you

 tied and brought in without so much as

 a warning... what is wrong with you?

He complains about fragility and duality

 and municipality, the weakness in us

 all is our duplicity.
But, can we handle it, he says.

Can the canary bird spread his wings and

 fly off into the blazing sun, without going

 up in flames?
Can he do that, he challenges you...

And you!
With your bright eyes and ever eager

 stance, you race him to the finish line, teeth

 clinked and ready for a meal, ready

 for nothing but the meat between your teeth.


Yes...yes, happenstance says the same

 words around the same race track more

 than enough times: have I not learned,

have I not as of yet known how to create

 new galaxies when I’ve had this pen for

 so long- stepped in so many puddles of

 My Own emotions (trusted no one) but

 my [own] emotions?