Pull apart every piece of my anatomy
Wounded heart
Now being held by more than me
Crafting hands
Now coming in sets of 3
Pros and cons
Paving the ways of any direction
Confused heart
Beating for more than just one
Strange souls
Looking for a warm body to hold
Put on hold
Brain knows that I'm no good
Two house olds
Not alike but ones I can call home
Both craved ways to my heart
Pulled in different directions
Now I'm apart
Of a
Shape
That holds this
Square in place
One has my eyes the other my mind
The question of who could hold my heart
Lingers even as I walk towards
A direction
Hesitation fills my mind and spills on to canvas
Blues and reds cover my notes