chest tightens reason to worry through isolation and fury,
i'm ill and attempted, lacking redemption and
owning not even myself today.

i imagine your heart as seen through a fool's eyes,
from afar, so i can't see all your scars.

it's always been tangled, from my head-to-
heart-to-head-again:
it's like, love, or lust,
my heart and heads may bust or break, or fake
the flow that we all long to know, that gorgeous glow
like the first snowfall and a slow fall or my
heart explodes.