With[out] Your Heart

I want to write
because I'm bored,
because a rhyme
hits hard and cold,
because the empty feeling's gone
and broken bends and tears are done.
I want to write
to let you know
my love is here
if you need so,
and all the more
once I adore
I never stop,
so keep a score.
I want to write
to bring it out
that to my thoughts
ok is not
a word unwelcome
or unused.
I want to write
to heal my bruise.
And so I've written
if you will
confession's ending
and yet still
a piece of something
that goes on,
that never dies,
nor carries on.
I leave you, lovely
with a thought
that all's ok
with[out] your heart.