these desires
the longings which
drive my foolish
pursuit for that
which doesn’t
exist for someone
as broken as me
fuel the words
which inevitably
remain ignored
yet doggedly still
i chase my tail
only to be infuriated
when teeth finds flesh

my disposable heart
beats itself to death
while my mind replays
how i was never quite
enough to be loved
the nonreciprocated
negative pulse of
the most repulsive organ
unrecyclable trash
heaving out pleas
in the key of desperation