Remembering
Heart
Sitting in mathematics class
Twirling a strand of hair
I elect not to review for my exam
In favor of
Creeping around my lonely heart
It’s foreign territory
Despite us being acquainted for so
long
I’ve hardly scratched the surface
Of the behemoth legend of love
That festoons itself about
The hollow muscular organ
Thumping in my chest
Ironic isn’t it
That our hearts are hollow
Wouldn’t love feel more at home
In the brain
Among the grey matter mess
Of synapses and hormones
That convinces me to memorize
Dozens of pointless facts about you
Create a playlist of songs that
remind me of you
And cry myself to sleep over an
unrequited love
But these are the mere vestiges
Of my naïve middle school ideals
Concerning the identity of love
Or so I thought
I thought I could train my heart to
be wise
But I’ve led a life far too gentle
To conceive a hardened heart
All it took
Were your green eyes
And my resistance eroded
Without my knowledge
This foreign territory that I tread
so carefully
You seem right at home here
Situated in the nooks and crannies
of my heart
I can’t seem to chase you out
I’ve found that time is the only
remedy
For a hollow heart made full
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