pump

when i'm with you,

my heart does not beat.

it drums and thuds and thumps

until i can feel it in my feet.

i walk with you everywhere

and hope you can feel every ache,

that you feel my blisters

bubble under your skin.

not so long ago,

my heart was just a pump,

functional, rational, steady.

now, it encompasses every thought.

i would like you to stay a while,

the longer you are here

i can be sure yours is drumming too.

although,

i doubt as much.

while i'm drowning in the blood

my heart has forgotten

how to control,

you are lost in your wit.

i am afraid that

you enjoy the idea that

you have ruined the

notions of my purely pumping heart

instead of the

idea of me.

and i'm alone,

i'm alone,

i'm alone,

i'm alone.

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