mind and heart had a schism
mind stood there thinking how to pour his heart out
writing it like his wedding vows, sounding like a eulogy
and he'd forgotten how to shave, how to comb
how to tie a shoe or how to walk with it
yes, he is thinking of her
at the same time, he is thinking of snake pits
and cliff jumps
and cannibals
pouring out, like bile from a faucet
his life story
how he wished it all satisfied
all the reasons to write another chapter
yet it sounds like a mess written by schizophrenic
fighting for the choice of words
the pen
the paper
one wants to just chew it all off
in his tight shoes, trembling legs
wanting to run
wanting to limp
waiting for a lightning bolt
to shock some sense into him
and he stood there
writing wails
all turning into ramble
turning into a freeze
mind and heart had a schism
and it tired heart
but heart didn't mind
he knows
this often happens
and yes, he is thinking of her
and how nice she was
after a moment, mind spoke his cacophony
and he thought it sounded fine
and she hid inside her apartment from the sound
within her pillows and comforter
then mind dropped to the floor
on a pool of grey matter
yeah, heart said
this happens
often
god hope it didn't, he thought
but at least it gives me pointers
and so heart put mind in an ambulance stretcher
doped and dried until he needs him again
heart bought some chocolates, some coffee, slathered himself with antiperspirant
and he knocked at her bedroom door
she opened the door to a tired heart, who fed a garbage brain
and heart embraced her with all his fervor