TIERS

Missing has always been a consistent state of my mind

I miss

I feared to be deeply buried in the past

I feared that perhaps, my attachment to events appear to be severely disturbing 

How can I seek to control the biggest entity of my being; my heart

It baffles me to think an organ harbors such emotional depth 

It baffles me to think of a heart

A heart?

What makes the heart a heart

What makes it a symbol of love

Who came up with such bizarre eloquence  

I imagined I was soaked in love at birth,

My feelings for love prove to be much stronger than the fearful whispers I hear in the corners of my mind

The mind ?

My mind?

Where is my mind?

Where do the whispers come from?

Where do they go?

The whispers have faded

They are gone

You are present

You are special

A special kind of superhero 

You silence minds with your warmth

You send the fearful whispers off

And the best part

You are exclusive to me

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