I made the choice not to store my heart with you,
growing musty and moldy in your keep.
I made the choice never to invest my thoughts in you.
You. So fickle and flighty
with fake diamonds for eyes
roving over every female with appreciation
falling in love as often as you blink
I paid homage to my heart,
when I exorcised myself of any tethers to you
and the tremors, and quivers and shudders and splinters and- and
and earthquakes of my love
and my heart the writing on my sleeve
Still I made the simple choice not to love you
not to invest my soul, my being, my virtue, my heart in you
I make that choice everyday in spite of you
In spite of me.
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