Hearts

This is my heart. This is her heart. This is his heart. This is our heart.  My heart runs backwards. There is Teflon in my heart, it's function is to keep things from sticking, keep them moving. My heart keeps people and feelings, it sucks them up. Sometimes I am not always good at keeping away the things that are not good for my heart. It's a funny thing sometimes, the heart. The anatomical heart and the heart shaped one. We say things like heartbroken and I love you with all my heart. It's a romantic thing that the heart is linked to our feelings. Beautiful. Full of love. Full of life blood. Keeping you alive for love. Full beautifully full. I love my own heart. It is mine and I have never felt betrayed by it. When I see something lovely, hear some melody that carries me, or when I lay in bed and feel content, I feel it all in my heart. My heart is full. My heart has scar tissue, real and from life events. I wear this proudly. I imagine these intense colored threads coming out of my heart and connecting to my T and his heart. No matter where we are those threads are connected. I must have a million threads connecting me to people, places, sounds, experiences, Bear lake, the Pacific ocean, dreams, heaven and love, love, love.  I believe without any doubt that these connections of the heart are what I am here to experience. No matter what I go through, it all comes down to love. Everything. So this life is hard, so this life is amazing. I just want it all.