The space inside my heart frugally contained no empty space.
Hope, love, trust – those emotions associated with my blood
pumping organ – took over – I thought they were forever.
Tenderly contentment snuck in. My deformed organ never
pumped enough affection to satisfy your insatiable organ.
Sadly my forever heart ran out of a love for life, for me, for you.
It’s true. My heart disengaged from all its entanglements.
I gave up. I gave in. My blood pumping organ worked,
but barely, it never functioned at full capacity.
– L.J. Lenehan –