stupid obsessive bone gnawing heart,
if not one boy then another.
So it seems to be,
each one replacing the next.
I guess it is worse when there is nothing,
just empty beating, empty waiting.
At least the energies go somewhere.
But for this one, no good will come
of this one.
He's poison in the open sore.
Let it go, stupid heart,
stop being such a dog
with an oversize bone
with no marrow in it.
I don't know why its so hard
to let go of things that are
not good for me,
serve no purpose,
and hurt moment after moment.
It could not be more clear.
I might feel the tightness in my jaw
starting to slacken,
because I hear the voice of another,
calling me out.
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