on days like this
I wish to rip out my heart
and stare blankly
as I bleed out cold.
And sigh in relief
as my hands lose feeling
and my knees grow weak.
Because
there is only so much
that one heart can take
before if falls
out of form,
out of space,
out of time,
out of pace.
•
Tell me,
who thought it wise
to light flames under rain?
To spark so much passion
that it causes pain?
•
I cannot contain
all of my love
in such a confined space.
I-
I don't know how
I'm supposed to handle
all of this
without growing faint
from its heavy weight.
It is torture,
crippling pain,
to be set ablaze
under the rain.
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