Sitting here;

staring at my own mind,

pretending to not be alone.

"Who is this crazy minded person, and when did she get so complex?" I think.

My child's mind only saw hope.

My child's mind only saw dreams.

This mind...

this mind that I have right now,

it's been mixed into a soup of good and bitter;

a soup of aspiration and hard-to-break habits.

Is it possible to get the mind to focus on one thing at a time?

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Sitting here;

staring at my own heart,

pretending to not be alone.

"Who is this inexperienced heart, and why does she still beat inside me?"

My child's heart wanting to spread her love like a disease.

My child's heart soon learned that her love is not wanted by everyone.

This heart...

this heart that I have right now,

it's been mixed into a soup of fantasy and shattered promises;

a soup of love hunger; then love starvation.

a soup of words and commitment that I'd like to share, and tears full of fury and the debris of heartbreakers.

Is it possible for the heart to love itself?