Capacity

my heart,
is separated by the narrowest
of margins from my brain
where there is a fine line of which
one has authority over the other

it was
and still is broken
of times foregone
that dwells within the
confines of my mind

unadorned options of
others left memories pasted
with gloom upon the walls

i was too young to
comprehend my choices but in truth
others knew theirs full-well

tasting then consuming
my innocence leaving their scraps
like leftovers on a plate

leaving me
to lick the wounds from

I never had a chance
to let my heart slip from my sleeve
or a choice to give it to be broken

in a way I feel so much sadness
that my mind rules my heart
for my heart is too unwell

so now, any further injuries
will always leave my
head in my
hands