My poor heart didn’t realize,
My brain was so quick to deceive,
Curious feet jumped in love side by side,
At my age, so naive.
Really?! It didn’t matter,
If my heart broke clean in two?
My memory proclaimed heartbreak wasn’t that bad,
Now it’s changed its point of view.
I remembered loss as a tiny sting,
A little bump to my ego,
A heartache I had in my twenties,
With some boyfriend (where did he go?).
Oh boy I would have listened,
If my instincts shouted NO!
But they didn’t because they were in on it,
They too wanted to know…
If my heart really knew what love was,
Had I stared devotion in the face?
Had I really merged with another,
With a commitment thoughts can’t erase?
And now we all know the answers,
Thanks a lot you guys!
He’s gone and my heart has turned ice cold,
Its centre runs hard and dry.
I have suffered the loss of my one true mate,
A mirrored, beating heart,
At least in the past my heart kind of felt whole,
Unaware it was only half.
Although ignorant bliss has been taken from me,
All protection has been stripped,
The lesson has made me feel quite grown up,
But curiosity my friend, is a Bitch!