I’m starring at the wall pretending
my face says I’m listening
my eyes giving that lie away
I think about my day tomorrow and
what to say on Friday
maybe even what shirt would go with
my favorite pair of jeans
Wishing I could be sleeping and therefore
dreaming
Instead I speak
I say good words I love
riddled with meaning I created
trying to invoke my passion
But this isn’t about me, It’s about You
You say to listen
even though I backtalk about how I’ve been trying
the lie is realized before its been finished
shut the trap, okay
You reach out
fingers grasp this hard heart
squeezing, squeeze after squeeze
jolts of electricity and laughter
squeezing
Closer now you cradle this
faintly beating heart
lathering it with kisses
love feels good
warmth always has hated the cold
You speak fire
heat blazing in your hands
seems like feeling for the first time
all over again
Sizzles crackle
steam mists over heart
from God sized tears
falling
upon it
Pain grasps, spasms, twitching
seeing the world from your eyes
love mixed with pain
joy accompanied by loss
so many hearts frozen and dead
You just want to start them all
tears from this heart
as yours bleeds for them
and for this one
covers and seeps into bloodless ones
they can only beat with blood pumping
their blood is dried
only your blood
this heart agrees
feels, cries, sees
Only one beat now
our hearts beat as one
Your fingerprints remain from the squeezes
marked
Pumping love and life
This isn’t about me
can’t be
There is only we
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