my tongue has needed some reason
to give it's lick at love for once
o yet my eyes gloomy and bright
hanging in an infinite headspace
go pull in meaning for heart
o heart you get all the boys
o heart you get all the pain
you poor fool
why does love belong to me?
my body feels strange knowing it’s harboring this capacity
so put it elsewhere
put it in the sheets themselves
let them remain
as i do not
neither do you
i haven’t made my bed in weeks
i sleep on the floor
drawing the indent from your body
that you left behind
there is a strange depth that my pencil cannot etch
there is a bad bend in the bed it cannot get
about love
that only i can fit