Is this what it is to exist without a heart?
Not painful,
Not lonely,
But peaceful.
Is this what it is to have someone hold it in their hands?
A bit terrifying,
But also liberating.
Is this what it is to love without condition?
A strange limbo,
Where my sanity lies,
In a limitless paradise.
Is this what it is to give myself so utterly and completely?
If so,
Then I don't think I have ever done anything with ardent before this.
If this is what it is to love you,
Then I give myself to you.
I surrender wholeheartedly,
Just so that I may continue to love you.
Because this is what it is to live,
Even if I must do so without you,
For I would not change a thing about this.
YOU ARE READING
Just her Poetic Thoughts
PoetryThe deepest whispers of my mind cut open and put on display, Written in the 3 AM waves, To be read during the brightest days. To my best friend, my sister, my salvation, and my sanity. Thank you, Keilara
