BLEEDING HEART
Should my pen dance to the drumbeat of memories of you in my mind
Or should I leave all about you behind?
I tried to fight memories of you that I found,
But it made my heart a battle ground
You were my heartbeat,
A food my heart Eat
You were my dream and life
My missing rib and dream wife
Inscribed in my heart was you name.
You were my home :
A place my heart found peace.
But now, in my heart you're decease.
#Poet joe (2019)