Why,
You ask,
Use ten words
When two will do?
‘Cos a pair is always eight words too few.

Even the second one I shall give to you,
Whether to kindle it or to break it,
It depends entirely on you.

It’s to fall,
With your heart on your sleeve
It’s to fly,
Your hair ruffled by the breeze
It’s to call,
And have faith and believe
It’s to trust,
That they will let you breathe.
It’s to choke,
As the tears stream down your cheeks
It’s to tear,
As your heart is slowly squeezed
It’s to leave,
Although you’re ripping at the seams
It’s to die,
Although your lungs still seem to breathe.
It’s to cry,
Even though you assure that you’re fine
It’s to jump,
Even if you’re still healing
It’s to smile,
While you’re trying to forget
It’s to fall,
With your heart on your sleeve.

I miss your words.
They would make me feel loved.
I liked being the thought,
that you put into art.