the day I started trying
was the day that you told me
that you would miss me

and I couldn't bare the thought of
hurting you that much
hurting you at all

we are kind of the same
we have always been that way
sitting .
waiting .
carrying ourselves
like an ambulance
with someone
dead inside , still thinking we
might get there in time .

I didn't get here in time .

the place where I lay down my
heart and say ,
" here .. it's all your's ."

you have had my heart from the
very beginning ,
but I wanted to give you something that
you could hold on to
when it gets cold
or when you are staring at your own heart ,
counting up grievous wounds
and you are shivering .

the day I started trying
was the day I started loving you .