An Admission Of Weakness

the heart has no reason

I've been thinking so hard
why i am
in love with you

if i have to listen from
reason
you are never the one that
i must love and dream to live
with

i keep a certain distance
hoping that reason may finally
triumph
wear its crown like a king
of wills

i am listening to reason
and it is telling or
must tell me
that
you are such a disgusting
temptress

there are so many grounds
why i must detest you
we are never at par
nothing
for the liking

i am confident that this love
may soon die
or fade or simply go away
or that i must abandon it
that i must run away from it
as fast as
a slip of my tongue

when i see you again
however
my very own reason bends,
kneels, begs
to touch you again
so i may live and be more
alive again

the hearth is dumb
dumb, dumb
moron,
a clown

but it triumphs just the same
it struts down the street
and mocks me
for all my denials

i am weak
but i assure myself
it will be only for this moment...

the heart is hysterical
now it is a jackal

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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