Leftover love

What has this heart become

Where has this beat gone?

Jaded from repetition of a similar beat.

Twisted and contorted,

Too comfortable with normal love.

Lying in pools of blood

That have been spilled over many tears.

The same ones that used to pierce through

Now shoot arrows of irritation;

Lying next to for comfort,

The plight of the comfortable.

Love is strong, powerful enough

To hold the heads which fall low.

Carrying burdens across burning bridges.

But this heart smiles as she drowns.

Watching the fires burn,

This heart will only pick up

The gold out of the rubble.

Hurting, yet not enough to beat,

Not enough to meet at the beginning

Of each day or kiss goodnight.

A fight may occur

But as the rhythms play their notes

While passing through

This heart will pump out

leftover love from last night.

Pouring into empty lakes, and creeks,

Leaving the ocean it learned how to swim in empty.

Author's Note

To those who take the time to read this poem I would like some constructive criticism if it is not too much to ask. I am really trying to become a better writer, and would like to know what I can do to improve.

Reviews

[mendedwords]

Thank you, I really do appreciate the review my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you do a really good job with this metaphor...and thematically, i like the heart that is beaten into the ground and becomes so cynical it merely longs for the kind of love that hurts..
and saving that leftover love to fill the empty spaces the next day...
we draw upon the past for that cynicism...
i would love to give you criticism...but this piece really works for me...

it is pure and natural....