when my boyfriend
rests his head on my chest,
he listens to my heartbeat.
I wonder if he knows
what is in the blood
that thumps beneath
my rib cage.
I wonder if he can hear
fists smacking chins
and drunken yelling
and noses bleeding
and children crying
and pill bottles opening
and ambulances blaring
and parents fighting
and skin slicing
and screams muffling.
I wonder if he can hear
the ***** music
and funeral speeches
and lives ending
and hearts breaking.
I wonder
when he listens
to my heartbeat,
can he hear
where I come from
and what I am made of?
can he hear
who I am?
and I wonder if
he could hear
all of those things,
would he still be here
with his head on my chest?
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
when my boyfriend
rests his head on my chest,
he listens to my heartbeat.
I wonder if he knows
what is in the blood
that thumps beneath
my rib cage.
I wonder if he can hear
fists smacking chins
and drunken yelling
and noses bleeding
and children crying
and pill bottles opening
and ambulances blaring
and parents fighting
and skin slicing
and screams muffling.
I wonder if he can hear
the ***** music
and funeral speeches
and lives ending
and hearts breaking.
I wonder
when he listens
to my heartbeat,
can he hear
where I come from
and what I am made of?
can he hear
who I am?
and I wonder if
he could hear
all of those things,
would he still be here
with his head on my chest?
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