Helplessly Indifferent by Defender-of-Man, literature
Literature
Helplessly Indifferent
How cold I must seem to you.
A barren, empty wasteland of indifference to your
teeming jungle ecosystem of emotion.
I’m no doctor but,
isn’t your heart
meant to reside behind your ribs?
At least,
that’s where mine seems to be
permanently lodged;
hidden,
isolated,
and distant.
It amazes me how you
wear your heart on your sleeve,
so open
and vulnerable, so
beautifully broken.
I can’t do that.
But sometimes
I wish that I could.
Just so you’d know how I feel.
Just so you’d hear the words
behind my silence, and
see the pain
behind the smile.