A heart is not measured by its physical size. Nor by how hard or fast it beats, or how much blood it moves.
You see, a heart is measured by so much more. It’s measured by how it loves. How it breaks. How it gives. Who it lets in and who it keeps out. It’s measured in passion, hugs, and kisses.
How hard and fast it beats, how much blood it moves, those things are influenced by love, passion, hugs, and kisses… those are the measure of a heart.
Her heart lays broken
In tatters before her
She longs
For someone, anyone
To come along and mend her heart
To piece it together
Her tears aren’t new
She’s cried them before
She mourns
For someone, everyone
Who fought for and defended her heart
To be a beacon
Her pain runs deep
She’s carries it well
She hurts
For everyone, all of us
People who say they love her
Fight and bicker over her
Another piece of her heart broken
Do they see she stands strong
Through it all
For them, all of them
Waiting, longing, yearning
For them to truly love
As she truly loves all of them
She stands
Her light still shining
As her heart lays broken
Waiting… for us to mend it
Dark days too often come
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My mind fights against the good it knows
Wielding deadly weapons
Thoughts and words, and dark creations
They swirl
These thoughts and horrors I could share
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My weight and burden is mine alone
One day I hope they will see
Alas, I doubt
And, I press on
In the darkest of days
