{"sf1_id":1353214,"sf2_id":"AnKaAoYe","title":"Defeated Heart","author":"Ivory Nightway","words":356,"posted_at":"2018-07-22T03:17:00.000Z","tags":["Anger","Depression","Hate","Love","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353214-defeated-heart","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKaAoYe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1a/c7/1ac711c5-127b-4916-b672-b4d097d07e9d","description":"#1 of Dark Poems\n\nThis is a poem I wrote quite some time ago during one of my early, long distance, relationships. Fair warning, may not be all that great. I was not very kind to myself, and sometimes others, at the time. (Edited to add a missing part to the poem ending)","content":"My brains says to move on\n\nTo accept that its chance is gone\n\nTo know who lost and won\n\nBut my heart doesn't want to know\n\nThat the curtains have dropped on this show\n\nMaybe it's just waiting for more\n\nWaiting for the crowd to call 'encore!'\n\nWhat it doesn't know is this\n\nThe crowd completely missed\n\nWhat the show had been about\n\nWhat it believed without a doubt.\n\nThe crowd grasped some part\n\nThe story of this heart\n\nIt didn't like what it heard\n\nAnd left without a single word\n\nThis heart's been rejected\n\nIts agony perfected\n\nIts dreams shattered\n\nIts pieces scattered.\n\nMy brain says get a grip\n\nGet a thread and mend the rip\n\nBut my heart's in denial\n\nIts self-imposed exile\n\nIt continues to weep\n\nAnd regrets that it took the leap\n\nTo say aloud that it's in LOVE\n\nAnd believe luck watched from above.\n\nAll the while it didn't heed\n\nThat no one cared for its needs\n\nAnd now it's been woken\n\nAnd brutally broken.\n\nNobody called the nurse\n\nSo now it awaits the hearse\n\nTo come and bury it away\n\nBecause now it can't even pray\n\nThe crowd laughed at its grief\n\nAnd expected it to get relief\n\nWell, here's a new flash\n\nIt felt like a car crash.\n\nIt got what it deserved\n\nTo even have had the nerve\n\nTo think it might be accepted\n\nWhite it knew it would be rejected\n\nThe brain was right all along\n\nMy heart is right where it belongs.\n\nWhere it can't be seen or heard\n\nWhere it can't fly off like a bird\n\nWhere its ugly form is all it'll see\n\nAnd never in false hopes, believe.\n\nWhere it will think it has moved on\n\nAnd engage once more in hopeful song\n\nJust to realize it's unwanted\n\nAnd by the reality, be haunted\n\nWhere it will wither away\n\nCraving for one happier day.\n\nEven though it won't tell\n\nI'll tell you that it fell\n\nIt failed to own the crowd\n\nWhen it proclaimed to be in love aloud.\n\nNow it's dying\n\nFor love, crying\n\nWell, accept it, believe it:\n\nYou've been defeated.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Dark Poems","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353223-the-end.json"}}