My heart keeps tearing open
Trying again and again to build up walls, but my heart keeps bleeding love like air (sorry for the mess)
I am at war with myself, trying again and again to build up walls but my heart keeps tearing open, bleeding love like air, whole self split, gaping wide, as I struggle against it. I know it’s rude to bleed on other people and I am sorry for the mess. But it seems my heart is alive and perhaps I should treat it as a more precious thing than I do.
From my poetry collection, And My Blood Sang
What a beautiful poem Maia! "but my heart keeps tearing open/
bleeding love like air,". What powerful and spoledid words. Your poems sing and ring, and you have a good heart, no matter what state it is i n.