I carry around with me a heart so heavy. With all my regrets,
My mistakes, my doubts, and my intimate fears, I drag around
This taut abdomen around strangers on tainted sheets.
What a chore it is being chained to this relic. I’m tired
of the sluggish motions of this metronome blanketed
in wax and insect wings.

No amount of body heat and midnight whispers could thaw
The frost on my skin. I’m too cold to touch
And too distant to grasp. The thoughts I have
Are glazed in indecision.

Don’t cling to my chest. Don’t hang on to this carcass.
Your affection is wasted on these brittle bones.