I've never been a listener
But since I've met you
All I want to hear
Is the melody inside your chest
Heart beats fast,
And the rumblings of your voice
Slow and measured.

You're holding me hostage,
But I don't mind.
Your hands are rough,
But I fool myself to think they're kind.
Since I've met you
I've forgotten the girl who talked fast
And sat by the door
(Just in case I had to leave quickly).

I've become a listener,
A bystander.
Pretending my breaths aren't measured to match yours.
No longer do I walk the long way,
I take the quickest route back to you.
Chapped lips and brown eyes,
You look at me with languages I don't know written on your face,
And I'll stay up all night trying to translate.

I can hold my breath and count to ten,
I can lie to myself and cover my eyes,
But you'll leave eventually and I'll have to learn how to speak all over again.
This time my words will be slow and measured,
My fingers tapping the beat of your heart as I speak.
I never was a listener,
But now I can't stop.