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written by: Pagan Kinsey


I wish I could separate my head from my heart.
My heart seems to take control
not yet grasping when to stop
knowing it needs my head
not caring
because it's all about the rise right now
and It thinks
it's prepared for the fall.
you see,
my heart
doesn't care
If what you're doing
is putting it in danger
making it lose all sense of self
because the heart
the heart thinks
you're the only one
the only one
who will love it
for all its clogged arteries
from past falls
for all its mistakes
that it
so desperately
tries to avoid.
you say jump
and my heart,
of losing
one more person
"how high"

Pagan Kinsey

Pagan Kinsey

My name is Pagan Kinsey. I am 16 years old and I am a beginner poet. I have struggled with the connection between my body and my mind all my life and poetry helps me see the bigger picture. When I write poetry I am strong yet vulnerable, aggressive but gentle, and that's the way I prefer it. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my work, and please be kind, words hurt.
Pagan Kinsey

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