No, I guess I don't.

Know what love is.

I haven’t touched it for myself.

But what I cannot stand is people telling me.

How my heart beats.

How it should work.

But I can feel it.

This certain earnestness within.

That only wants to do good.

I say to my heart,

“Don’t worry, baby.

Someone will understand.”

But they haven’t so far.

I keep walking with my offbeat pulse

Out of sync with everyone else

and I long.

For someone to just bump into me

and I can hear theirs too.

That they have the same beat.