look at this heart
and feel it beating
see the time
and how it is fleeting

we have made
the sweetest of worlds
so many we forge
beautifully swirled

what did you think
would happen this time
it was better than before
but still so far to go

your words gurgle out
like a brook in the spring
and they spill over
into my thoughts

when I was like that
what did you think
was going to happen,
what did you expect?

I thought I should tell you
even though its been days
it not a cry for help
just a bandaid over wounds

wounds that are better left still
still and unremembered
for they are like dust
let it settle in layers

because once disturbed
your lungs would choke
and the balance would be broken
and I would be uneven

so gently tilt me
to the right angle
so I stand a little straighter
when you ignore me