it could be feelings or a bladder infection

This poem is from a male view point on being brokenhearted:


balls busted by that thing called love
or whatever it might have been
i prefer to think of it as indigestion
not gonna readily admit that you broke me down
that all that is left of me are the tattered remains of a lesser man
i condemn my feelings
feelings!
pass me another beer so i can forget that i feel anything at all
or ever did
feelings
i suffocate them
search out and destroy like a heat seeking missile
it could be feelings
or a bladder infection
I'm gonna go with that
or anything else
as long as it ain't close enough to the truth
that feeling this way about you,
about anyone at all,
is not what i want to do or be
so i take these 'feelings'
wretched and over-rated
and shove them down
bury them deep
pile on dirt and stuff and things
till nothing is left of love or 'feelings'
till I'm left with my hollowness
love is for the living
and I'm just a grave of a being