I want to beat my fists against your chest
to make your heart feel
every aching beat my heart feels
when I see you with her.
I want to cut you down the middle
to make your body feel
every aching cut my body feels
when she calls you hers.
I want to shove your head underwater
to make your lungs feel
every aching gasp my lungs feel
when you kiss her lips.
I want to submerge you in a bath of ice
to make your soul feel
the aching chill my soul feels
at the sight of you holding her.
Most of all I want to let you go
to make my icy heart,
to make my aching soul
heal and become whole again.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
I want to beat my fists against your chest
to make your heart feel
every aching beat my heart feels
when I see you with her.
I want to cut you down the middle
to make your body feel
every aching cut my body feels
when she calls you hers.
I want to shove your head underwater
to make your lungs feel
every aching gasp my lungs feel
when you kiss her lips.
I want to submerge you in a bath of ice
to make your soul feel
the aching chill my soul feels
at the sight of you holding her.
Most of all I want to let you go
to make my icy heart,
to make my aching soul
heal and become whole again.
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