Fridge Poetry 32 - Theon Greyjoy (TV)

My heart is crass

and as loathsome as

it is wicked,

though never gilded.

I am a devoted drunk who will

kneel only for love.

I am only whole with

a thousand emotions in me,

always tasting of this goblet of life.

I am only mortal,

as divided as brother and ward,

with too little

true light

to make this heart

full with joy.

I would sooner say

I forgot over I changed.

I’m afraid you can’t have

my hand.