Heart 2 Heart

My heart blossomed,
In the dirty soil between the cracks.
Lonely
And unloved
It grew,
Waiting for someone like you.

Through the rain and the
Lightening,
Through the pain
And the weariness,
This heart grew
Smaller and smaller
Losing hope that you would come.
Losing hope in love, itself.

And then one night
I saw you in
The light of the Full moon.
Budding in the cracks
Besides my own.

I thought I’d be alone forever
Passed by,
By strangers on the street.
Never remembered
Always forgotten.
But there you were.
Like magic.

I feared that perhaps I’d waited
Too long.
Too long to be loved.
Too long to be cared for.
Too long to remember what love even
Felt like.

I feared that I had forgotten how to love.

It’s too soon, I think, to tell you this,
But my heart hurts to be with you.
It aches at the thought that maybe
One day,
We’ll be together.

I promise I’ll be right here,
To protect you and keep you safe
And be patient and humble.
I promise to wait for the day
That your heart is strong enough.

Because in the cracks
Of this broken cement
We were born.

Born into chaos,
Left to die and never bloom.
Yet we were chosen
To flourish together.

So I’ll stay right here,
Water your heart with my tears.
And be strong for the both of us,
Until we can thrive together.
Thrive together until the end.

~KVP
Art: Gerrel Saunders

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Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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