Heart

You were my sister

                  my wife

                            my mother

                      my knife,

     All those ways

                I followed your waves

    Lost you,

        lost time, 

               lost land

           I wanted it, saw it coming

ID and us and anger,

                      frothy, foamy anger

           Past your reserve,

                       deeper still, blundered turns

The pinnacle, the peak

           the want and desperate need

the truth, the heart

            the reason my heart

       still beats

     You

         and this

                   and me

          irrevocably

  irreversibly

         intertwined

                  Forever still,

                   however I will break

             You will always

          be a piece

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