The stain on your chest
A mess I left
As if
For something for you to remember me by.

It is where
My heart
It sank
Caved in
And then exploded.
It leaks out
In hopes of saving itself.


Contorted by your magical look
It had me hooked
I’m still wiggling.


I do wish
But never expect
A reply.


Hanging out
On the wire
Obsessed
With the idea
That a simple spark
Could start a fire.

oh dear what's that?
my stomach
feels like
it's having butterflies
just by talking to you
and being close to you

but why oh why?
do i feel chest pains?
my heart aches
whenever i see you
hanging out with her

oh boy,
you give me butterflies
but you also give me
chestpains