Heart
so many of my previous relationships
were predicated on giving all of myself,
so much so that there was nothing left
for me, there was no sense of who I
was which has led me to this awkward point
of trying to figure out, now, who I
am.
giving away all of my heart until there
was no heart left to give, just anger
and bitterness and resentment but not the
understanding of what it took to get me to
that place, just feeling like I must be doing
the right thing and yet everything was still
wrong.
we teach our young people that the correct
way to love another is to give of yourself
until there is no you left, there is only
them; but if you are in a monogamous
relationship (passé, I know) and there are
only two of you, then how do you know who
remains?
you can't have hearth without heart and you can't have heart without art. staring down the barrel of a version of myself 22 years younger than when I'm actually writing this, recollecting the fragments into one place, a more meaningful place, planting them in my garden that I tend with all my heart.