“i believe i’ve found
my heart in another one
the most “me” part of
myself in another one
every heartbeat from
her: a reflection of love
each mirrors what
mine would; only now i have none
see, i’d lost my own
long before we’d even met;
‘cause i’d shed past emotions through both tears and sweat,
and blood too; having once possessed loving thoughts of
those who made the pain from loving hard to forget;
those who allowed me to
live my life, chest exposed;
with a hollowed-out
space ‘cause no heart was enclosed
then left me that way,
after seeing and reading,
a man’s guts spilled
by his own hand in telling prose
but in her i’ve a reason again for penned lines
expressing in every one, sentiment that is mine
per adjectives and verbs; letting all of them; bleeding;
they’re displays of the passion i’m convinced defines,
who i really am;
times i’m who i am really;
a glimpse of the person
i should be ideally
i grow closer by
means of words used to devote
to what we are now
and what one day we will be
a closer two; we’re intimate through feelings shared
“we’re” confirmed to me every time i’m naked and bare;
transcribing thoughts to paper, she knows my heart wrote
maybe one believed lost is one we merely share”
