i'm in a poetry mood lately

If I ever let you lay your hands on me, chances are, you’ve already made love to how my heart won’t stop beating at the thought of you.

If I let you know I’m yours, it means you’ve already caressed my soul.

If I let you have me, it’s because my mind probably hasn’t been able to stop screaming your name for weeks at a time.

If I ever let you lay your hands on me, chances are, there isn’t another part of me that you haven’t already touched.

—  Unknown
My Heart

Is there a man

out there

that knows how to

hold my

heart?

Is there a man

out there

that knows how to

hold my

used,

broken,

beaten,

scarred,

frightened,

neglected

heart?

Is there a man

out there

that can

catch

my tears,

and hug me

tightly?

Is there a man

out there

that’s not afraid of my tears?


If there honestly is

a man like this

out there

in this crazy

messed up world

I hope you know

that I would

never run away

if you need a

shoulder to

cry on, and

I would

hold your heart

delicately with

loving hands.

I would never

abuse your heart.

If anything

I would hope for you to

see

how much I want to

show you

that I will

love you deeply.