Oddly, my heart has forgotten how to feel
As if you blocked all of itís nostalgic venues and it is empty and content on being so.
And Iíve been playing games thinking I could trick it into involving itself.
But my heart appears to be smarter than I am;
And insistent on holding out for something real.
I wish I could hold out for something real.
But maybe this is as real as it gets;
Me, and my heart, alone. And accepting of such.
Maybe my heart is holding out for me.
After he left, I got a tattoo
To remind me that I was in control.
That his mind,
Could not stop me.
Would not define me.
I made a permanent change to myself.
To let me know that I could;
That I would.
I had let him have me for too long.
No one should have you.
Not even yourself.
You should belong to no one but
To the very being of being.
So from my ribs to my hips.
From my eyes to my toes.
Fingers to knees.
I belong again to the earth.
To the balance.
To the heart.