A Man Hunting His Own Heart Pt1

I refused to believe my heart was separate.
The words left my mouth quickly,

But not as fast as the heart that left my chest.
I have chased this “muscle” for years,

Decades now.
Ever since it saw that “thing”,

It’s been trying to elude me, 

Looking for something; someone.
Its search a “Survival of the fittest”, 
The victor, hardened; worthy.
Am i worthy?

My methods of baiting it,

So far have been unsuccessful, 
Ego just shouted,  

This seemed to fuel the heart. 
Brain had a lot to think, 

But heart didn't have the ears to listen. 
And empathy related, 

But was having trouble feeling it.

I have so many questions, 
And I fear there are no answers, 
Like what fuels it, drives it; causes its existence.
Does it hunger? 

Can its thirst be quenched?
What does it want? 

What does it need?

More than it needs me. 

When it catch it there is much I can learn.