Spillage from a tainted heart

I am not a part of your dreams.

Don't even hear your silent screams.

I can't tell when you are lying.

I don't care if you are crying.

Don't want to know what you're doing.

Don't care about your feelings.

The prejudices living free of rent.

Eclipsed by my own judgement.

I find myself chained by my emotion.

In a world full of inaction.

Do words even mean anything?

Would it change something?

Does it even matter?

Is reality shaped like water?

When push came to shove.

If I told a human I love

that I hate them

and leave when they come.

Does that make me a better lover?

Would that give me more power?

over them?

Leaving behind breadcrumbs.

Would it change how I feel?

About me what it reveals?

What about love?

What does it do to a person?

What about the lack of it?

Love heals and hurts.

Love ignores and flirts.

Love can be chaotic and constant.

Love can be grateful and can repent.

Love is not all happiness.

It comes with a lot of sadness.

Love can feel angry.

Love can be sweet.

Love can be complicated

like this poem is completely twisted.

Love can be simple

like ABC is for people.

Love is all around.

for the ones who can see.

If you don't hear any sound.

Feel your heart beat.

Darkness best be expressed

Than keeping it repressed

Better out than in

emptying the trash bin

While reading this, if you heard my voice,

you might also know that this is my choice.