My god, who knew
Someone could tug on my heart
Like pulling a stitch
And I'd feel it
Physical
Beneath my ribcage.
Ah,
That hurt like realizing
I'm starting to love something
I always said I hated.
Oh god,
I never meant it that way, love.
I don't understand this feeling.
Nothing
Has ever made me regret
Quite like that just did.
I don't think you understand:
I could never hate you.
Not if you were anything,
Not if you were nothing at all.
My soul makes its choices.
And once they're made
They are stone.
They are infinity.
They are god.
And I pray to them.
I am moved by them.
Nothing I say
Really matters, love,
Until I say it
Out of love.