that whisper there might be something wrong.
we've never been so close, and yet she's filling my
heart with considerable sadness --this can't be right.
a simple act of flattery became the all-consuming
silver key and now your simple acts of gratitude
lock glowing shackles around your knees--i can't
bear this. this is a burden i cannot bear.
the words we spoke only hinted at the malady of
your heart and soul--if he could play you 'heart and
soul,' maybe he would treat yours better--i soak them
up and they fall from my eyes as a torrential rain.
this isn't what you were made for--these careless
caresses followed by the still and lonely quiet that
breeds insecurity behind the temporary surety of
your attended yet anxious heart of hearts.
and what hurts the most/ is being so close and hearing
those biting words.. that I cannot understand--no, not from
this lofty perch of perfection.. how could i understand
the groanings of your heart that mirror my own?
we sit, by and by, each of us, with holes in our hearts.
and day by day, we crumble a little more for the reassurance
that will dispel our universal infirmities with a well-placed kiss.
is this enough? are his silk words enough for you?
i want that your heart would be fortified and that
you could only see...
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