Heart of a Balloon

I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them; So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming; But each thought, each idea seems to be a duplicate of the last poem; "The glimmer of her memory never seems to diminish" if i should quote one; The most amazing part about all these poems is not that I wrote them; its that they're all about you; so a thought about you is always around the corner from my mind; But loving you was always harder than putting thread through a needle if i was blind; And i could never figure you out even if i was smarter than Einstein; See pain and love reside in the same exact address of my heart either one would answer the door when you runged; Like when you didn't say nothing when your brother called me out my name and we got the scrapping cause i ain't no punk; Or when you finally said i love you who would've thunk; In my hearts mind i know i have to free you from the prison that is deep inside my aorta, pass the pulmonary valve; there you'll find all of our memories that were once upon a time; before i unlock the doors with the keys of forgiveness and free the memories we once shared like wind to leaves; I just want you to know a couple things to put my mind at ease; You were my definition of love when problems arose we chose to be more discrete; Who knew my heart would tremble, broken like a Haitian street; They told me to be patient and that time heels all wounds; But you leaving left a big whole in my heart the size of a balloon; Ive been walking around these streets hoping nobody pops it so i wont end up a guy in a loveless casket