There are holes in my heart
and when it pounds
each moment is agony re-incarnate
I wish it would not beat
with each feeling chaotic
unnerved by the presence of her beauty
I wish the perception of aesthetics
I was never gifted with
to notice, her features each...
magnified
the scent of her perfume passing
her lazy shrug, so naturally charming
her grace, a presence so demanding
I wish I could not see, feel, ever notice
with the beating of my heart, bleeding
(excerpt from the book Selected Poem 2024 in booksie)
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