Tags: ignorance

mcavoy sad

simplicity.

imagine a heart, the way a child would draw it.
what passes off as the symbol for love:
two fucked up C's meeting at each end,
like an alcoholic got a hold of a pencil,
deluded as he is, vomits through it.

the way a 14 year old man would draw it, imagine a heart.
at the pubescent peak of your adolescent years, nothing's good enough anymore.
so you strive for accuracy, completeness

instead of red, its crayoned the shade of burnt cigarette
the arteries are pipes, they run into the aorta
the coronary artery, a vein shaped like a wrinkle
                                    where the 'I + I = 4Ever' would be.
                                                                                     should be.

now, imagine a heart;
the way a 30 year old boy would draw it.

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