The heart cannot split
it simply pours out
that which you fill it with

my heart is a cup
I will pour it out for you if you need
but I too must drink from it

so I fill it with kindness
as much compassion as I can muster
because I need these

I am glad to share
drink from my heart
but I fill it for me

my heart cannot break in two
a wound it may receive
but to itself it must be true

my heart is a whole
whatever it holds for you
it holds for me

perhaps it is strange to say
I will always love you
because I am tired of not loving me