pop music tells us "listen to your heart" but all i know is my heart beats ten times faster when i see your face i don’t know what the **** that means see, i don’t speak in beats i already trip & fall over my native tongue and i don’t think vital organs come with translators i look to my hands for answers but what use are my fingers when they've dropped everything i’ve ever tried to cling on to when you smile at me my skin breaks out into a rash to remind me that my allergies include grass, dust, anxiety and pretty boys just like you i have to tell my legs that no matter how hard they look they will not find yours in the depths of this bed but they keep searching for something to wrap around see, i talk to my body about love because it has the sweetest memories of your skin so when it whispers of your fingerprints i can’t help but listen.