[Un] burdened

Unburdened

This heart will not be
Tempted by your treacherous love

Unshadowed

This heart will not be
Submerged in your untrue light

Unscathed

This heart does not go
Lightly and unsoiled from your despair

Uncompassionate

This heart leans toward
The righteous anger that sets it free

There is no room for you
This life, this heart,
This man
Turns away
Condemns you
Casts his demons,
Born at your betrayal,
Back to their makers feet.

You cannot have this heart
You cannot have my love
My trust
Me

I dissolve what once was
Us

Where Does One Begin to End?

those thoughts in my head do a sort of endless pirouette.
those emotions in my heart clamber onto a carousel.
those beliefs in my soul flutter as butterflies might.

no.

but the pirouettes slow down.
but the carousel breaks.
but those butterflies tremble.

so.

fervor without fire.
romance without credence.
promise without excuses.

and.

is hope itself tangible? lest I taint it by touch.
is love itself possible? lest I cease to dream.
is truth itself within? lest I lie to myself.

well.

where does one begin to end?