the monster exists
some deep thing
buried in my heart
an early lesson
of pain.
I hurt to define it
hard to exist
it squanders the love
around us into colorless abyss.
I, dare, not, whisper, its name.
Eradicate the pattern,
I worry it persists,
driven too much by our pain.
Not something pretty,
reliant oxygen,
call me the wrong one,
tell me whats right,
I knew in some instant
some total collective endeavour
i can sleep soundly
in my back pocket
the lost forgotten notes
bestiary for the heart.