To Capture What I Cannot Keep

Why must I always catch the hearts

Of men I cannot keep?

And then, why am I surprised

That they do not stay?

Perhaps I do not capture

Their hearts, but they capture

Mine and thus it goes forever

And forever until one day they

Decide that they don’t want it

Anymore, my heart that is, and

Then they do not give it back,

But crush it beneath their

Finger tips as they disappear.

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