My Heart Poem by Paris Thulare

, I've failed you a thousand times than I can remember,
I've hurt you with intentions like the month November,
I promised you and my soul the food of love,
Yet it seems I'm just a fue,
Foolish not enough with no aorta
no left ventricle.
you are there, bleeding to death because of all the pains I've caused you,
No vein is attached and sooner I'm becoming motionless.

I thought expectations were to keep you a company,
Unaware I was causing such devestations.
How childish I was to think a soul with two feet and silver thighs was going to keep you happy.
If I knew the such would happen,
I would have never sold you for only kisses filled with pills and fake emotions

I'm sorry my dear one,
Now I know you all I've got,
It's you who keeps my life going, my lood moving,
With ought you, I wouldn't be breathing,
Let me narture you,
Pick all the missing pieces and mend you.

Dear heart,
I'm now aware,
And I will take care.