In my heart I have none, only a heart for I gave my charred
heart to a part of me. I will die a thousand times for him, i will; as a child,
hang on their every word for instruction only the instructions are rarely given.
I never wondered until now, the void at the back of my embrace that I give off.
If it’s, me or him, for it's not what you see in movies or books, nor TV shows
or even games. The love of the heart is harder, distant yet translucent kind of
hold to reach. Where two hearts are supposed to belong to each other; two
hearts connect as one.
He hurt my heart, knowing that I will not kill what's inside
of me for him. Not when once i once gave my all to another before they let me
die. Yet I am hurt still, knowing what I know, seeing the many broken shadows
that confirm it all for me. Love me, marry me and yet if life takes a hold in
me they would forsaken my love, burn my heart and cast me into the eternal fire
to kill it. Why should I be made to feel this way? To kill or be abandoned,
left to die in an unkind world. My mind floods with shadows of my past, hiding
behind my mother; a world without a father. I shall not kill; i will not be my
mother...
Love; two hearts connected as one, a heartbeat per
second...Time will tell nothing, sight will not see and word will not carry. I
love my lover; i would die a thousand times over for him. He has my heart, I
have his; we embrace, we make love. Love when will you connect he and I? Is it
he or I that stand discorded? Or is it the silent blade that stands between us
both?
