for him, he has my heart.
he stole it long ago, before I could even notice.
my teenage pulse throbbed with his every move,
and he knew it.
and he fed it, for years.
and all the while my pulse would throb,
but often with pain.
for years, he was the one.
never mine, but always the one.
but every time he broke my heart,
again and again,
until the very last time.
when he could no longer,
because he is no longer.
for you, you have my soul.
everything i am,
and everything i need is in you.
your heart has never shown me anything but warmth.
your hands have only ever held,
and not kept for possession,
or every strayed to catch me.
you showed me so much,
and i showed you too.
i like to think you loved me,
but this
is a sketch.
a beautiful picture
for me to keep
and treasure, forever.
nobody but us
will ever know how much its worth.
but its worth everything to me.
despite ever flaw,
and strain,
and painful breath it took to make it,
it's truly priceless.
and i thank you for that,
eternally.