Sensing the Flaw

6.14.06

If the spine is traumatized enough, the legs will grow weak,

And if one's tongue is cut out, their lips will never speak.

Can this same effect occur within the heart?

Can it go cold and make you to forget where to start?

If you "just know" when you're in love, what gauges if you really are?

What if my definition of love is set with a different bar?

Emotion is drawn in such a subjective fashion, can one comprehend;

Where to draw the line and know when they need to bend?

Every action has an equal reaction, a concept that should affect all.

Than how, I ask, does my heart find the gall?

It will allow me to fall depressed with such a sickening obsess,

But not possess the ability to feel emotion that combats the emptiness?

Can my soul not sense this tipping scale?

At creation, did He overlook this major detail?

Was I created with this inequality for a reason?

I never thought Cupid could commit such treason.

I seek out for the answers, stabbing at the empty air

If this happens again will I really be able to bear?

The frustration that mounts is more powerful than the doubt I yield

It drops me to a new rock bottom and my biggest weakness is revealed

I truly cannot allow myself to let someone in,

And capture my heart and let a new chapter to begin.

This inability is only matched by my want for it to end.

Can a compromise occur and allow this heart to mend?