They always used to sit and chat
about what would happen when
the floodgates of heaven
were stripped down to bars of metal
and water and angels rushed through every crack.

You see, I’d locked every feeling
I thought I had for you
into a reservoir in my heart,
secured it with eleven bolts
and dropped the keys in a whole
deep enough to cover
the sins of your past.

No one ever talked about
what would happen when
the floodgates on your heart
were finally bent to the point of breaking,
and water (or poison) invades every
cavity inside of your body,
filling holes that you didn’t knew existed before,
washing over everything you’d tucked away,
silently, in the corner of your mind,
not so silently, always whispering,
breathing, sighing
at one, two, three in the morning,
I need you
I need you
I need you.