unknowingly, I sabotage myself
I’m surrounded by camouflaged hearts
and mine’s not built for stealth,
it was made to fall apart
I wear it on my shoulder
just like a sleeve
right below the chip
that seems to never leave
I pine for those who resign too soon
I write them rhymes,
I bring them blooms,
I toil with thoughts for countless moons
I cast my lonely heart to sea
its mast is torn in half,
gashed by gales and salt-abashed
and seen a wretched past
but those cloaked hearts are shipwrecked,
anchored by suspicion
they’re hapless to the will of tides
in atrophied attrition
MeanderingMcLendon 