The Heart of Me

My words are not poetry although I wish them to be.
There's no raw emotion in this art of soul expression.
Instead my words are as empty as that heart in your chest.
Ramblings of broken thoughts that show just a glimpse of distress.
I want to come clean with every feeling that I have,
but can never finish the poem without allowing my heart to withdraw.
So I continue to piece together fragments of my mind
and leave them here for other people to read and unwind.
And maybe someday a person will find something in a piece of my work
that they were able to pick out and look into the hurt.
They'll see what no one else has the right eyes to see,
and that person will be the one to see into the heart of me.