My Heart

Belongs to you
On the best of days

Other days it’s mine
and you don’t deserve

One ventricle, chamber of it.
Not a bit.

Not at all, love.
Not at all.

Thinking

I’m always thinking about

Every word you say
To me

I scrutinize, dissect, gut

Every word you say
To me

I’m thinking that maybe
I’m over-thinking

Every word you say
To me

Maybe I need

To
Just
Silence
your
voice.

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

Shuttering

The curtains are closing
in my mind
Shuttering.

The performance
has ended and so spectacularly
It was quite a show
Explosions and
fireworks and such
Such
A mess
Am I
I am, I am.

Here you go.

I present to you

My simplest and most
complex, confused, and conflicted  thoughts

Just for your
Consumption.

Enjoy.

The corners of my mouth turn upward
into  a smile, a grin.
Oh you make me so happy.

When I think of you
I feel it in my heart
It’s a twinge, a little
twist of my insides I

just feel it I feel you
every time I
think of you I feel you
next to me your breath your warmth your smile your touch
all of it.
You look at me after all these years you
look at me and everything
just melts away and all I feel
Is
your
never-ending love.

I pick up the pen
and I write
because I need
to bleed my emotions
on paper and sometimes I
write
just for the hell of it and sometimes
I write because I just need
to talk to someone anyone
I just need to talk.