Trigger warnings
Born with Two Hearts
Born with two hearts
Born with too much love to give
My hearts are often torn apart
Deciding where my love should live
My blood pumps at twice the speed
My adrenaline for love
I feel so beautifully drugged up on love
I overdose each day on those I choose to love
So much love to give away
Born with two hearts
I have twice as much
Yet, my head cannot overrule my two hearts
Sometimes my hearts are torn apart
As they choose to love differently
I sometimes blush
I sometimes sweat
I sometimes have sex
I have twice the love
With who I choose to love
With who I choose to f**k
It is exhilarating
It is exhausting
It is astonishing
Or a stroke of luck
Or a curse
I have two hearts
That are easily torn apart
Who do I fancy for a start?
Who do I let into my naked skin?
Confusion, delusions and adrenaline junky of this addictive destructive love
I have two hearts
I feel torn apart
Am I normality?
Am I poetry and art?
I told you I have two hearts
Born with two hearts
Born with too much love to give
My hearts are often torn apart
I am a nomad
My hearts have nowhere to live
They have so much love to give
Your Naked Poet
Toria
3/5/2022
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