ask for his heart

what changes, if I write more poems

will he love me for it;

pick up these words strung with hurt

and call it his?


I would have crossed oceans for that man-

make a haven out of my arms

and let him stay so long as he wants


but here, there is very little comfort

in a heart that knows no home,

knows no way to settle down-

they wander and make an airbnb

out of your body,

mold themselves into your life temporarily


what changes, there is only so much

a man can give-

ask for his heart and he leaves.

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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