A heart that loves,
a heart that wants,
but in the cracks and holes there is a dark mold.
It grows, changing nothing of the sweetness but
adds an unnatural harshness.
A pain (or perhaps anger) that festers,
pushing forward a toxic desire to
prove when it's already been proven, to
protect what's already protected, to
fight what's already been fought.
A heart that loves,
a heart that aches for belonging,
for understanding but a mold festers,
grows and taking over but, it never holds.