your burning, bastard heart . this heart that burned with passion but scorched the ones around you . this bastard heart, rationalizing faults but faulting nonetheless . so scared to be honest, so scared to be loyal ... a bastard heart with a barren vagina, incapable of birthing courage . immature in it's half empty shell, it lashes out and bullies the things closest to it . it lashes out and pushes the limits of right and wrong . it bullied me .
"i fucked up" are the words of an underdeveloped heart . pretending to care just to have an insurance policy are actions of an immature heart . running from feelings, a symptom of a naive corazon . age doesn't make us grown, the heart does . pumping blood throughout the body for 20 years don't make it grown . hiding from responsibility does not make a heart grown . loving when convenient don't make a heart grown . lying, deceiving, manipulating, & hiding does not make a heart grown . your burning, bastard heart . . . still on the carpet of your grandmother's house watching cartoons and toying with everything, including emotions .
yes, I'm grown .. and thank you for the growth spurt .