He refuses to offer
a piece of his heart,
he cannot trust
it'll be kept unbroken.
He keeps his feelings
belted smart,
no chances for emotions-
they're left unspoken.
He offers his rut,
fresh and mastered.
Decides it's the most
he wants for now.
The heart that's growing
a case on him,
is being plastered
at the mere longing
to exchange a loyalty vow.
There is hope he will
change and offer more-
with no guarantee of
his final choice for a future.
There is hope, at the depth
of a bruised heart still sore-
she can keep holding him together
like a silk threaded suture.
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