Bleeding Heart

My heart bleeds. 

It bleeds for something I can’t have. 

It bleeds to be loved but to also give love.

This bleeding I cant stop, like a festering wound deep within. 

The one who can heal it is no where to be found. 

I cant do it alone.

I need to be held. 

To have someone hold onto me and my heavy heart within. 

To feel secure in who I am. 

To know that each day and each breath are not in vein. 

To see beauty in life again. 

These words can’t even begin to describe the pain I have. 

My heart bleeds for you. 

Stripped

My heart is stripped. The pain still so real as the first day I felt it. Each day, each breath without meaning. What is life without love? Looking for a reason to move forward. I look for a distraction, something to capture my attention. To see past the pain. If only for a moment. What is life without you? 

Alone

I use to picture loneliness as an open field covered in snow. The night sky and the moon were all I had as company and the only voice I heard was the quiet whistling wind against my ears. 

Sometimes in my head thats where I go when solitude is no where to be found. Lately though the reality has far too often been an open field covered in snow with the night sky and the moon as my company. The only voice I hear is the quiet whistling wind against my ears. I'm alone.