Writes..."My Heart"

“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”