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.