It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are.
The heart wants what it wants.
It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out.
It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor teeth.
I used to think that at least it was mine.
But as time has passed, I realized I’d given it away.
I’m not sure what beats in its place.
But sometimes, as it stirs in the night while I’m half asleep,
I know it’s yours.
© Elsa Holland