missing
folded
legs
outline on a scarred heart and
in the choked remembrances
a kind of miserable peace
because of an act of mad destruction
a resolve to tear
two hearts
to
two hearts
and watch him desecrate
watch him despise
as he conquers the real
with an army of old ghosts
and watch him feel heroic and
flex his loose judgment and
render two hearts to two
hearts to gather his own
headfucked world
watch him dissolve and
deny the chance to fail
taking any nearby
nearness for
profound
shithead philosopher
pouring another round and
lost in the irony
he pushes everything away and his
heart is like two hearts much
like every heart
one damning and afraid and
one damning and afraid and
one risky and one
that is used
to
breathe
