Me And My Heart In All Its Futility Poem by Matthew Holloway

Me and my heart in all its futility
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I’ve given my heart so freely in the past
As though my thoughts raced ahead of my words
I’ve waited for a chance, an opportunity
I’ve even waited for the answer that did not come
Those silences in which I knew already
But kept trying to convince myself otherwise
Those dreams I held onto were so beautiful
Like a drug they deluded me for a while
Until the come down and realisation
I fought and still fight the pain filled resentment
I do not wish to become bitter filled
Asking those pointless questions over and over
Knowing I will never accept the answer
I try and feed my ego to believe its not me
That they are the ones who have lost in love
They will miss my romantic passions
My loyalty, the kindness I would have offered
Maybe I am not rich enough, what is wealth
Maybe I am not pretty enough, love is in the eye
Maybe they thought me strange, I was a stranger
For they never took the time to know me
I’ve seen my heart run away so often
And I know it will do so again until stopped
I’ll just keep telling myself its not my loss
You give them a chance that they fail to take
You’re a romantic, honest and loyal
You’re a poet and a friend who can be counted
And as futile as me and my heart have been
I’m still here, and I’m still fighting