If you were my heart.
Would you hold resentment for me?
Would you be ashamed of all the
things I let you run away with?
All the repeated words I tell you,
enough for your gullible mind
to mop up if it goes wrong.
Would you ever have a suspicion,
and doubt me?
would You forever support
this hopeless romantic forever?
What would I tell you next,
so sufficient to hurt you.
Over.
Over
and Over again.
