Scar tissue

What a wretched thing this feeling.
To look for you while pretending
that I don’t care.

My heart so torn
by my denial
of this heart’s wishes,
despite this soul that fears you.

How would I admit to others
what I refuse to admit to myself?

I feel foolish, but cannot stop
memorizing you.

You are a song I play only
when exhausted.
When I am no longer able to deny
my hearts painful pleas.


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