this heart churns love
this heart brews hatred
this heart houses my passions
my passions share a room with my disinterests
i have tried blocking my ears
while he called you things you were not,
but the epithets were heart-rending
i have tried looking away
where in your body is your heart located?
is it oval or block-shaped?
does it beat in regular intervals as you decide their fate?
how many will quench your persistant thirst?
It is hurled up to slate-coloured skies,
Twirled in buoyancies unreachable to man,
Passed on from droplet to droplet and back
Almost like a pendulum
the lament of heart-rending words
pregnant with hostility jetted off through
the airs, stuck in the crazy moment
of raging fury and inevitably