Analysis of Heart

I can't see you dear heart for the flesh on my bones growing in places I wish it wouldn't
I can't feel you inside beating profoundly and terrific thriving on food, water, air, love and hate
I can't often smell your blood bubbling up inside, pleading are we there yet
I can't hear you for the tides of traffic, children singing, TV poets and scratching; licking dogs
I can't think of you for the thoughts of suicide and sex, romance and beauty, poverty and tiny luxuries
But I taste you now, almost every minute, waiting to pass my heart shaped lips
And I know how you've changed.
How although you were blue and red but now you are black.
And how you haven't because you will always be lighthearted.