Heart.

It’s hard to fill what

Can’t be.

Body compromises

With what I got.

It’s solid.

Mind takes what it’s

Told to regurgitate

Others to hear.

Soul acquires each

Life experience.

Gets older with time.

But the one I

Love the most isn’t

Quite there. Never

Empty but not there.

Beats me along a

Broken path that

Leads to scars.

Cherishing each.

Hating them all.

Connected to the

Soul it’s never

Lonely. While the

Body protects from

Swords meant to harm.

Mind thinking

Outside the means to

See where it is.

This special hole

Won’t be filled but

It’ll keeping eating

And growing.

Love it or

Hate it, it’s eating

Until it’s satisfied.