I yearn to rip open my chest
to expose my heart to you
in it's most vulnerable state.
I can only hope you don't mind the blood.

if I was there, would you have stayed?
if you had stayed, would I be there?
if I am here and you are gone,
where am I to go?

your eyes once lit a fire in my heart.
now I can only feel the burns.

a heart that does not ache for you.
eyes that will not search for you among a sea of people.
legs that would not run to your call.
a morgue of bodies and not one would hold you.
they have lived, just not for you.

do you love me?
or do you love me loving you.
do you care for me?
or do you just want me to care?
I don't know what's colder.
my arms held out, longing for embrace
or the feeling in my heart knowing it will never happen.

why must I scream
only for you to hear a whisper?
the only way you'd ever fall for me
is if I pushed you over.