I would pull apart my chest
Grasp at my slippery, beating heart
And give it to you.
If only it would mean something.
This mystifyingly frustrating heart,
So confused it couldn't know you were gone and
no longer wanted it.
This cursed heart,
Existed in singular,
unwavering devotion, Ripping apart my insides
Beating for you
For us.
Supplying me with my lifeblood it also
Reminds me of you
Of us.
Crashing, jolting, relentless waves
of love and passion,
Misspent days, taken for granted by my mind.
But my heart remembers it all.
My mind and my heart,
They battle each other:
My heart wanting the release and acceptance to love
(and be loved);
My mind wanting the freedom to not feel,
The choice to choose, full of reluctance.
I would pull apart my chest
To only try and hold onto that
blissfully ignorant
Hopeful heart of mine
And give it to you.
It belonged to you anyway.
Oh, how I wish I could do the same thing to some "passer byer"! I wanted to shout "YES" at so many moments here given our compatible states of relationship hell. You described it perfectly....
"My mind and my heart,
They battle each other:
My heart wanting the release and acceptance to love
(and be loved);
My mind wanting the freedom to not feel,
The choice to choose, full of reluctance."
Only someone who's dared loved and lost could write something like this and do it with your clarity!
Great write!
I just died. Totally did. I feel like you dipped your pen into my life and wrote it down. Especially the struggle between the heart and the mind- the heart wanting nothing more than to give love and recieve love and make love and breed love, and the mind wanting nothing more than to exist in a world of cold, calculating figures, numbers and reason.
I like that you talk about ripping out your heart and giving it to someone, but say nothing about removing your mind. I mean, in essence, isn't love insane?
Then again, it's been a really long day at work. haha
My favorite part is the way you describe the heart as slippery- it really adds to the violence of the image of ripping your chest open and grabbing hold of your still beating organ, but in a subtle way. Very nicely done!
Absolutely amazing. It conveys such a strong sense of emotion in but a few short lines. It makes my heart ache. There is so much truth in this poem. Wow. That is honestly all I can say.
what a remarkable poem. you have a way of capturing the essence of love and making it even more blissful (or painful lol). love hurts; but sometimes that's the beauty of it.
Your poems are so life-like, I love it!
The emotions are there and so is the passion. Beautiful.
I love the contrasts you use in this poem (and 'if she were me/she were me')
"My mind and my heart,
They battle each other:
My heart wanting the release and acceptance to love
(and be loved);
My mind wanting the freedom to not feel, The choice to choose, full of reluctance."
Very nice write, enthralling.
:D
This poem reminds me of the times I've fallen, only to find out that I had been taken advantage of. What I like about your writing is how real it all is. It's wonderful.
good morning (and if i don't see you again)
good afternoon/good evening
and good night:
for all interested parties -
my name is Dana.
i'm a sagittarius, if that means anything at all to you.
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