Heartache
A sense, a want, an emotion
So deep it’s a distraction.
One’s heart is for another
Yet I want it all to myself
And yet they are others
Who want me all to themselves.
Reciprocated or not
We all have a heart.
It breaks, it cries
It bleeds, it lies
A piece of flesh
But speaks its mind
from the soul
It beats all on its own.
The feeling of being in love
Feeling the passion
As you stare into them with aggression
Of wanting their heart
But knowing that apart
Of it won’t be fully yours
So it leaves a void.
So you don’t put a date.
You remain with a heartache.
M