Decaying Heart

Fear, hatred, doubt:
Fruit of a decaying heart.
A stench fills the air,
Attracting flies to come and have their fill,
There to make their home and multiply
Until all is consumed.

Pull Petals from a Flower

I am not going to pull petals from a flower
To determine if you love me every day or every hour.
I won't be tossed to and fro by your instability.
So show me when you've come to know your heart's locality.

Don't be shocked if I'm not moved by your discovery;
Nor be dismayed if I'm not touched when you tell me suddenly that you love me.
If you cry wolf too many times, my ears become deaf to your plea;
And I will have to just wait and see what will come to be.

Trust that has been broken has to be built again.
It cannot be grounded on words spoken in the wind.
Since the words you've given have proved they have no substance,
My reaction is reserved to only your performance.

Then over time as your words match what you do,
I can again believe that what you say is true;
And only then can I engage my heart.
So until then, you play your role and do your part

To show me who you are and how you truly feel:
That you are not a boy playing games but a man who is for real.

For an Ego Ideal

Limiting space -
A belt on an ever expanding waist.
She put on a garment so her life would be changed.
Organs in their place: the course of life rearranged.
Cincture the stomach. Decrease appetite.
The form of a goddess to be her delight.
Girding her core to achieve an ego ideal.
Banded by a tightly fitted garment to increase appeal
To the opposite sex and to build her own esteem.
The discomfort is worth the reward, it would seem.

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