bleeding out

i am no authority, no expert,
no grand wizard on love,
i hold no title, no diploma, no merit badge, no official document whatsoever in the ideology of the heart,
i only hold my heart in my hands,
i feel its blood seep as i write,
i feel its pain, its happiness,
its euphoric bliss drizzle down through my fingers onto this platform,
i feel my tears leak from my eyes when the pressures of my heart can no longer withstand the agony and needs release,
and this is where my insanity,
my knowledge,
my passion comes from,
and if you ask me today the aching reason for my tears i will speak the truth, and hold no lies that my heart bleeds in agony,
in tortured reverence,
in a love affair with beautiful soul that is going to drain every last drop of my blood,
and if you ask me why i allow it,
i will speak the truth and simply say,
i can’t walk away…
his love has made my heart ill and he is simply the only cure,
the only remedy,
he is the sweet elixir,
but my head is screaming to stop the brutality, fearing total self destruction,
it’s my heart that has over ruled my entire system….
i am no expert on love,
but
wherever the heart is that’s what’s worthy of this spilled blood…