The wholesale

You have been wholesaling your very own heart
To those who will never need it
To those who would never take care of such precious piece of art
Then they have tried to win unwinnable battles
And to feel unexisting feelings
Even so
How do we make right a thing which has always been that wrong?
They do care and cherish
And they apologize
For having got no love to give at all







After a year, something not entirely bad.