Not Here to Win Hearts.

 

Wearied by the vagaries of it all,

In constant wait of the impending doom

Lurking behind each culmination,

Like sadness on reaching the last page of a novel.

It waxes and wanes,

Never too sure to name it Love,

Never too strong to name it Hate.

With a tamed down curiosity

I proceed wearing my own flag of Humanity

Along with a sharpened brand of cynicism.

So, if you find me losing to make you win,

Don’t spare a moment in blithe consolation,

Know that I’m not here to win hearts…

 

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