I think about how I feel
How I'm always listening to my heart
"Won't you pump a little faster?"
I pumped
And she felt it
"Magic" she called it

We were never on the same page.

Magic comes from a wand
Or from the throat.

But I still can't hold a conversation
I run and hide
While my body stays behind
Right there,
In front of you

Do you see me?
Because I don't.