Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.

I don’t know what it is
That leaves me both
Reserved and over the top
What brings me
To either extremes
I promise I can hold my temper
I promise I can weather the storm
But when I heat, I burn
And when I rain, I flood

your lips drip
full of sweet nectar
to lure me into
your wasteful,
rotting
heart.