How is it that one heart is love,
And one is poison?
That Two hearts can beat together
And overcome the rhythm of another heart's fury.
How can this evil heart rest beside this sweetheart,
or how this good heart broke and became numb?
Whereas what difference is one heart to another?
Have you ever wondered
what the sound of every heartbeat
It must be a sound.
Why don't we know how to hear that music?
With so many hearts alive whether open,
scared, calm or bleeding,
How is it not the only auditory sensation we hear?
Your lonely heart echoed loudly for me.
The brum pa pum of my beat pushed me
towards your buh buum buh buum.
We swayed softly to the music
and filtered out all other luring.
But we were still vulnerable hearts.
Each heart we meet is a dance, trying to align the rhythm.
We don't choose this.
Every single heart we meet.
Our hearts want to dance.
Inside this chest is no different than yours.
The heart know this.
The visceral reds pulse and brood,
whisp and pour through streamlines and rivers.
No difference. No good hearts or bad. Open or closed.
until it bleeds out,
silences or is forgotten.
If only we walked through our lives
meeting each heart willing to accept that dance.
Each heart open to be loved.