Love is this strange madness
where you know it's insane
to love a person this much,
to allow them to hold your ceaseless heart.
No person should be able to make me kneel
simply because it please her.
Yet I can't help myself;
I do everything in my power to try to make her happy.
This love keeps forcing itself forward in these abused frontal lobes.
You feel the pressure of their hands,
the scrape of the callous on their hands
on the most tender parts of your body,
praying they do not abuse it.
I see the way you look at him
and that is why I will stay away.
I love you and I always will.
I will survive happily with my bleeding heart on the ground,
as you dance with him, smiling and laughing, stepping around my heart.
It's an exquisitely beautiful pain
that many have claimed to feel.
However, I observe the many divorces.. the many breakups.. the many arguments..
and doubt that people have felt this paradisaical pain.
Your happiness is all I wanted for you.
I hope you will always be happy with him.
I would never allow myself to love another person
knowing that I added another scar to your reassembled heart.
I wish only to kiss it through your chest to ease the aches from it.
You know they would never damage it on purpose
but you always fear that it may be dropped, broken like a toy.
You feel the pressure on the ventricles as they set your heart in their top drawer
like all the other unimportant mementos of their life.
I hope that one day, it will pump smoothly,
having forgiven and forgotten the wounds others have caused.
I hope you understand that I love you and accept that
i will never leave you unless you tell me you hate me and want me to leave. Just know this:
I will not always be strong enough to keep these feelings inside and for that, I'm sorry.
It's a weird feeling to live with your heart in somebody's hands
and for them to not even love you in return.
It is something that cannot be buried, no matter hard you try.
But this insane feeling called love is a dangerous monster and a beautiful pet.