for some reason
my mind tells my heart
“it is strong to struggle”
“love is for the weak”
“we are born alone, we will die alone”
“you don’t deserve it anyway”
“it is strong to keep a mask”
“it is strong to break,
as long as nobody else sees it”
so my heart follows,
my gullible, naive heart.
so it follows,
and so it breaks,
in the shadows of corners no one will see.