I try to make your place
in my overweight heart
as small as possible

and yet

you punched your way
through my chest
with only two words

(my angel)

Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
It’s not in the cards for me
And it wasn’t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
I’ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used

Life is life
Winding streets
Laughter
Love
Moving feet

Take every step
With cautious care
Eventually
You will get somewhere

Luckily, I happen to be rib-tickling someone
Reviving your rare smile as I fluster
Badly, I still happen to be specific someone
That you ponder over in closed quarters
Never paying dues for my undivided commitment
Astonishingly, I find delightful and pleasurable relief
That I am still your Someone
Someone you attribute as Specific...

Sweetheart this weight is too heavy
And I belong to too many
And if it were better baby
I still couldn’t be you  
But Baby I love you
And I don’t want you to go