My Heart

I never planned to be pregnant at 18 and be a mom at 19; my plan was to wait till I was at least 23; not much to do about it now. I’m not going to back out; I don’t think I’d change it for anything. Feeling the kicks and hiccups inside me bring constant joy, happy to know someone special is growing big and strong inside me. The one who knows my heartbeat more than anyone would ever know, especially hearing my own baby’s heartbeat makes our connection even stronger. I have a couple weeks till my due date, I’ll be able to sleep on my tummy and many other things but till then I can wait. Soon I’ll be able to see my baby’s face looking up at me; then he’ll soon be at the age when he will be saying “I love you, Mom!”

Him Vs. He

i lay by him as the days come to an end,
sometimes lay there drifting into a nice slumber,
other; i lay there listening to the sound of his voice,
now; i lay here writing and thinking about a "what if"

at one point in my life my heart seemed to be in love with him,
then i met the one i fell in love with and he soon changed my life,
he and him are two i will always seem to keep in my heart.

laying here thinking; "have i found the one?"
"does my heart truly love "he"?"

him was my first love,
if i was with him would i be laying here in his arms?
would i have this same wide smile on my face?
can i be able to cry in his arms, like i do in "he"?
him was my first love.

he lays here sleeping soundly as i write this,
the quiet snore out beats the fans humming.
if i truly love "he" i wouldnt be questioning it, right?
he loves me and i love he,
without "he" i dont think i'd be happy like i am at this moment,
our heartbeats sync with one anothers and i fit just right in his arms.

him and me? i guess we will never be because i love He