Head in hands, heart in suitcase.

The Dyslexic Poet

Head in hands, heart in suitcase, always ready for life to deal it's next bitter joke.. Relationships unsettle me, people are so unpredictable! undependable friends unremarkable lovers.. Uncertain jobs, unstable homes.. How can you be trusted? How can anyone? Am I going crazy? How will I ever trust friends let alone a lover? Well who would have this heart.. This suitcase heart.. Who would take it out and cement it to itself? For this heart is heavy, and weak through strain.. I only know the depth of love it contains! This love that wants to consume you, For this love can heal, it's hope unmatchable, it's not a heart afraid to die with a fight, it's fear is to fade away without giving love a try.

  • Author: The Dyslexic Poet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2016 18:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just how I'm feeling at the moment, from one place to the next, not settled in life in any aspect. X
  • Category: Short story
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  • Augustus

    So unsettled it feels like crazy. Nice.

  • The Dyslexic Poet

    Thanks X

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