From self inflicted abuse
Of my mind and soul
Wishing for wants that draw nothing
Who can I blame
Other than my childish heart
For that seems to remain untamed
Running amok on wayward paths
I could try to hold me back
Maybe sleep over some longings
And desires too
Yet in a tussle between me and my heart
I would have to be mindful
For the heart is a child, vindictive
Wanton, absurd, and manipulative
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