Okay, so it's technically already the seventh but I haven't gone to bed yet, so this counts.

My heart is an accordion
Inside it's many folds
are notes

from past lovers
one says
"I told you I loved you, i promise I didn't mean it"
one says
"why are you such a cold hearted *****"
and one says
"you give the worlds best back rubs"

together, these notes don't amount to much
they would make a ****** poem

a reflection on my innocence of how
to untangle the functionality of a relationship
a perfect precise image of my attempts
to figure out
how to be
and how to be with someone

I still can't figure it out.

But the thing about accordions is,
they sound beautiful with others
but just as awkward and lovely alone.