It’s enough to say
I give my love away
Too easily.
Each time, my soft heart
Breaks. I’m not that smart
When it
Comes down to stuff like
Feelings. They do spike
My pulse
And set synapses
On fire. Now with this
Pharma
Stash in my weary
Brain, holding bleary
(I guess)
Expectations so
Unspoken and though —
No fault
Of their own — they lead
To a far deeper bleed
In this
Corazón. “Endings
Are new beginnings”
My friends
Tell me. But not ’til
The heart-crack can fill
With love.
Again.
~ spontaneously improvised by Stan Stewart
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