It only hurts when
he thinks of her...

and she is all
he can think about...

pain is the constant presence
of a past tense
never told her how he felt
never held her in his arms
never spoke the words
bleeding from his heart

too terrified to move
too afraid to speak
couldn’t clear his head
couldn’t stop the falling
couldn't escape the force
of the gravity of his attraction

painting pictures of her
just below the bones of his ribs
writing songs of her
in every hall
and chamber of his heart

now he is burning
a lone star
unseen in the sky
waiting for the end
of the hurting

It only hurts
when he thinks about her...

and she is all
he can think about...