Some nights it feels like my heart will beat its way out of my chest
Not in a beautiful way, just like ripping cobwebs from the corner of my bedroom, trying to make space for something better
maybe something beautiful

Some nights I do not believe I need this heart at all
It is just a fragile ****** thing, like you
maybe like me
and maybe I'd be better rid of it

Some nights I sit and count the times my jaw clenches while I trace bone pressed against your soft skin
I'm trying to listen to the way your heart is comfortable in her gentle rhythm
but I get distracted wondering if she is as lovely as you and that's why you let her stay

Some nights you reach for me, and it is everything I am not to rattle you awake, wrap you in these frail arms, and press you so tightly to me that this fragile ****** heart has no where else to go
left beating down cobwebs from the corners and crawling into my throat trying to scream, trying to be heard, trying to love you