Maybe hearts just know what we need
A friend
A lover
something more?
And maybe we miss their whispers into our souls
blinded by want
We miss the need
minds invade our hearts
Invoking fear
They scream—
our minds
Demanding that we listen—
that we see
Every wrong turn,
every what if
every maybe.
Hearts are quiet things
They nudge us—
never screaming
in the way we ought to go
They, our quiet guides,
often lost in the chaos
we do not hear
And so they ache


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