We are only eyes, watching.

Juxtapose my heart and my soul--
I've never felt so open or exposed--
Spill my guts on the table for
people to **** and certain, gentle
hands to hold.
I am forever unfolding
under everyone's nose.

My heart's on a highway
and when it reaches top speed
it beats through my rib cage
and knocks me off my own feet--
At night
the streetlights illuminate
everything I like to keep unseen.

My soul is a thousand years old.
My soul was just born.
My soul's a freezing tundra, my soul
is lukewarm.
It sits in the pit
of my stomach and is
as still as a storm.

We are only eyes, watching,
waiting to see
if my heart will lean out of
my ribs just to beat
or if my soul will reach out of my body
to leave.