My Heart

The beating sinews
A muscle of emotion
Lies in the hands of another
They hold and protect my life dear to them
Yet such a burden is unjust
That love in their hands should be from another and not me
Guilt ebbs its way through my core
I should not be holding her back
Pursuing the love she deserve
Yet the precarious nature of my heart burdens them
I fane strength so as not to hurt
Irony of pain increases each moment of my existence
The light of my heart and love moves inevitably away
Slowly leaving me in a dusk of existence
My only peaceful thought : that my love is safe in their hands
I watch as shadows envelop me by betrayals by so called friends
My hand reaching out
Like those I once grasped to pull into light
Fingers stretched out into nothingness
Grasping at the emptiness
The light of my heart fades into twilight
How long until it is rightly discarded into it’s own dark depth
Freeing her to love unburdened
I watched her cry out in anguish
The pain not hers to endure
Her path is bright
Her love so pure
Her love and passion is not undeserved
But is not within her nature
I wish my burden to be unslung from her
To see her rise and spread her love
I am witness to her pain
I am cause of that pain
Stabbing at my very being
Knowing I am at root of such heinous things
How much I wish my heart and love be sealed broken within me
That such a load not be weighing her down.