Heart Poem by David Wicks
Heart
Take my heart as it is,
Pure and untouched,
And handle it and make it
Crippled and crunched.
This pain I long for!
A thought thought unthought!
I beg to feel that pain
That others for so long have fought.
But my heart remains untouched,
And though it's strange, I know,
The pain of relationships ending
Is a pain I long for so.
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