Though it was never to be
I still believe mine seemed
the better dream
for you, for me
Simple, but pure
where nothing was obscure
Full and whole
with peace, unity, bliss; the goals
And love, always at the core
no need for anything more
Yes, I protest
Mine, was the best
There isn’t a (w)hole
if love is withdrawn from you
just broken pieces
& & & & & & &
Love is a strong glue
which puts us back together
if it is opened
No hands doth a heart have
How then can it hold love
carry burdens heavy
or touch another’s
This vessel which feels
passion, pain, love
without end of depth
hath no need of these
nor limbs of any sort
for it holds, carries,
touches, feels in ways
hands could never
unless they turn to ash
Damaged or broken
still it beats on
physically whole
the shattering silent
to ears and eyes
while longing
for hands
to hold it
Right down the middle
you broke my red heart
There’s just empty white space
between the two rusted parts
It can’t be filled
everything falls through
No longer whole
my breath turns blue
Heartspell 