I curse the day our magic died,
I blame it on my onion-heart .
You peeled more layers
over time
it stung your eyes and made you cry.
I wish you knew how hard I tried
to be more Jekyll
and a lot less Hyde.
Was either early or way too late
my crime is pain
I recidivate.
I did my best to crawl through words
like a greenhorn soldier in a boot camp hell.
I know I failed the obstacle course
when I tried to climb the letter ‘L’.
I love you now, when I see clearly
for hoping that I won’t recede,
for loving that big part of me
that so wanted to succeed.






©2018 Troy Towns


7 thoughts on “Onion-heart

    1. Thanks, Kevin. I’m really happy you think that.

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  1. Very lovely words…😍😊😉

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    1. Thank you, Nargis. I really appreciate your support!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Welcome…😉😊😁😃

        Liked by 1 person

  2. I have thought like this so many times… no one has ever understood how hard it is for me to be ‘normal’…

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