Again

Again, I’m in two minds.
A glance
that turned my world around.
A chance
for change that’s so profound.

Again, I’m in two minds.
My heart
bleeds a familiar sore.
My art
explains what sparks my core.

Again, I’m in two hearts.
One does belong
to the world and each ear spared.
One does hold on
to the soul, with my highlights, I shared.

Again, I’m in two hearts.
One becomes known
in the variable longing.
One became whole
from the beauty I’m wronging.

Again, I desire:
everything.