Paralyzed Heart
I lie on the deathbed,
Of our love,
A lie in itself,
To tell the truth;
I can feel the darkness,
Beginning to take us under,
And as I submerge,
Into the unknown world beyond us,
I whisper goodbye to you.
Love is a thing,
That starts and ends,
With an idea,
That blooms in our heads.
— You were never even my friend.
I think that love,
Should be grown carefully,
Not a feeling of excitement,
That is chased down,
I think that you could have loved me,
Better,
I think that you should not have,
Projected your fantasies onto me,
And instead taken the time,
To get to know my creases and folds,
And the things that I dislike the most,
— I am still,
Paralyzed in the heart,
And I do not know,
How long it will take,
For me to recover.
©
2022 Yao Liu.
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