Poets say how beautiful it is
that the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore
no matter how many times it is sent away
How chasing thunderstorms can make you feel so alive
that sometimes you forget you are in the path of a hurricane.
This is how we fall in love
This is how we fall apart
This is the burning flame
This is the burst balloon
This is saying “I love you”
and only hearing a siren song
This is feeling at home
even with your hands around my neck
Maybe I jumped knowing exactly where I’d fall
Maybe I held your heart so hard it exploded
If we are just two people playing with fire
Why am I the only one who gets burnt?
In sixth grade biology class they taught us
that the average human heart is the same size as a fist.
I didn’t know we would all grow up learning to use it like one.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Poets say how beautiful it is
that the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore
no matter how many times it is sent away
How chasing thunderstorms can make you feel so alive
that sometimes you forget you are in the path of a hurricane.
This is how we fall in love
This is how we fall apart
This is the burning flame
This is the burst balloon
This is saying “I love you”
and only hearing a siren song
This is feeling at home
even with your hands around my neck
Maybe I jumped knowing exactly where I’d fall
Maybe I held your heart so hard it exploded
If we are just two people playing with fire
Why am I the only one who gets burnt?
In sixth grade biology class they taught us
that the average human heart is the same size as a fist.
I didn’t know we would all grow up learning to use it like one.
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