My heart scolds my bleating mouth,
please **** the words that I shout.
My tongue dances to words I do not think.
My heart is so unconnected,
to the words I’m expected
to speak.
How can I expect someone to love,
that mouth there is no soul behind?
Like an endless river,
without a starting point.
Like a drugged up relationship,
and my words are the joint.
My heart never meant those things-
can you hear the innocence my chest rings?
So unusual, this beat.
Keeping rhythm, not in time.
Steady, locked, into this pace.
Broken like a dying flame.