Are you
the bowl
I pour
into
The contents of my heart
When it starts to
overflow ?
Are you
The switch
I flip to
Change the temp of
my emotions
from Hot to cold?
Are you
the siren
I sound
when
I love out
Loud or
When my
Chest implodes?
Are you the bomb
I dropped
That starts the fall
Or
The crash
Which makes it end?
In this case
I think
I am
the pen & you
the ink
of sadder stories
To be told.