Love is my sacred place ! My home ! my head ! my heart ! my storm ! my shelter ! I gave you my heart ! you gave me your heart ! we made it our art ! You took back your heart ! gave back my heart ! I did the same and neither looked half the same for we had broken our art ! I wish that I could paint your heart as art upon a canvas that bleeds ! so I could trace the moment you broke me into tiny pieces of you and made each piece love you forever ! The cold side of the pillow screams your warmth ! A hundred 4am miss our laughter ! our crying ! our being ! The crumpled sheets wonder why those two crazy kids no longer play underneath them ! On my heartstrings you played the most beautiful music my heart could bear ! and when you tugged each string away ! my heart lay beating on the floor ! Our bed is now like winter, only colder ! so I sleep on the naked floor because it understands too well the weight of broken hearts ! I spend each day on the floor writing letters to gravity ! until the floor becomes a spring of memories that's thirsty for one more moment with you ! Gravity once wrote back saying ! "Beneath the earth ! the stars are legend ! Above the stars, the sky is a floor ! The floor you fall on ! is the hope that helps you back up ! again ! "I couldn't understand half of that but in a way ! poetry has been my sky and my floor at the same time ! Love is my church ! My heaven ! my hell ! my faith ! my fear ! Yet my heart still hits the ground every time love makes a sound !