1. He believes he can have my Heart and Soul And cradle them in between his soft fingers. He asks to let him teach me how to hold my Heart and Soul On my own. He believes we can handle the Flames and Mayhem That come with loving me.
2. Insomnia is a lonely battle, reading texts again and again like Scripture. Bowing my head, whispering in a demurral tone, Praying for silence to take the reigns. But He pings my cell... He calls and we talk until the sun slivers through. We chitter till I can no longer hold myself And I fall asleep.
3. Isolation. It's a virtue that all must gain at some point In their gap of existence. Isolation creates patience.
But my legs tap-tap-tapping in this Isolated quarantine Pull my body into a pace; My chest is an empty cavern and it bumps and thumps like a race between ravens. They soar and swoop and rock my body back and forth. They Flutter-Flutter-CATCH their prey.
Anxiety no longer at bay. Tears... A bitter cliche.
And then you hold me- not a touch. A word in our world that shines like the day. The sun of your smile, the pool of your eyes, The fall leaves in piles, our laughter to the skies.
4 (And Final). Two wrongs can't make a right, So why is our damage such a delight? My panics, manics, freakouts. Your lockdown, shut down, hideaway- Let's build our souls, day by day. One after another and maybe we'll stay Just as it is, nothing else could say- He said that she said that we said that they said We'll lose it, so we laugh it away.