When it's in loves name, Whose to blame? Poem

(circa. 2019)

I got a hole in my heart

And a pocket full of gun powder

From a blast

Thats now considered the past

My heart kept beating

And the time was fleeting

As the love dripped from your grasp

The scab was peeled off

Many times, over

And now a scar lies in its wake

I pray my soul to keep

A receipt of every time

I stayed for love's sake

I've got a hole in my heart

And it's loved from the start

Forgiving in hopes to stay

Away from the pain

That offered your name

As a balm to soothe its place.

If I can still walk with a smile

Perhaps this hole won't stay for awhile

And this scar can finish taking shape.

This hole in my heart

I've known from the start

Is going to need much, much more than

tape.

I pray my spirit will light it up

This flesh my wound lives in

May it be like gold that fills the cracks of old

to demonstrate the beauty its past has given

I'm trying my hardest to heal

And my hardest to make certain

This scab never peels

And change never yields

To that big black curtain

I've got a hole in my heart....

Please approach it with care

I promise I'll do the same.

Because I know this hole I share

With everyone who's heart

Grows through holes

That were shot in heartbreak's name.