THIS HEART

THIS HEART

This heart…

Tattooed with memories of heartaches past,

Scarred by loves that didn’t last,

Beaten down by life,

Defeated at times by its internal strife.

Yet for some reason it still beats,

Throughout it all, strength it keeps,

I have no idea why,

There are moments I wish it’d stop and die,

But there’s got to be a reason for it to continue,

Maybe it’s because it’s still searching for something true,

Or it could be I just seek pleasure in pain,

Whatever it is each day remains,

A constant reminder of what I long for,

To be loved, nothing less nothing more.

I’ve sought for it,

And I’ve fought for it,

I’ve compromised for it,

Even met my own demise for it,

I just hope that someday, somehow, somewhere,

Someone will look past it all and take gentle care,

Of… This heart.

-brad