I follow my heart more than my mind
Often to my own misfortune.
Should I stay or should I go?
I always stay, my heart
Taking the driver’s seat.
My mind, has long since
Become accustomed to losing.
Fleeting gestures,
Consume to madness,
Every thought torn in two.
Why does the heart rule
What the mind knows can’t be true?
Every thought torn in two.
Mary Kloster is a graduate of the University of Oregon, majoring in English and minoring in creative writing.
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