The loneliness is loud.
Wanting to hear, the noises are drowned.
I want to love.
Love isn’t easy
and the love I've had before was empty,
hard to taste its natural currency.
I hold a heart that is not my own
and suddenly I don't feel so alone.
and I break,
and it beats
and I breath all of her into my existence.
I feel the noise of the true love I've been missing.
I hold her heart,
and hand her mines in a paper bag,
embarrassed because my heart was broken
from holding on to a love I never had.
She peeked inside and smiled
she placed her finger on my frown.
She pointed towards her heart I held
and her heart it looked like mines.
She placed my heart within her hands
and I heard the beating of my love
as the broken parts of me
began to heal within her hands.