I Rather Have My Heart Break

When we were attracted,
We sought to seek deep details.
After discovering the capture,
Lost the need to continue the hunt.

The details began to repeat themselves.
And the wish to be freed...
Became excuses we used,
To escape and breakaway...
From an attention no longer paid,
That once kept us enthusiastic.

Now we both feel entrapped!
Caged like blood thirsty opponents.
I rather have my heart break...
Than my blood to gush!
Or have you rushing away,
From a knock out punch attempted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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