He holds a heart
all mangled up
like ground beef
but serves it like filet mignon
hopes you’re so tired you play along
hoping you’ll just sing the same song
create a different dance…
but you tend to glance
over at the people having more fun…
At first
you do
you take it all in
and through you
then repeat, repeat, repeat…
until your heart is like his
all beat…
mangled…
unable to complete..
a thought without it angled
in perfect tune
with his erratic brain waves
And he holds his hand
as if its not his own
He holds his head
as if his neck has one bone…
He holds up the sky
as if he created it…
then sails the sea
as if he put the water in it…
but he will learn
we are all creatures of a storm
trickling to our hearts
there can be an over pour
of crimson proportions
and we all must face our demons
to endure a kiss
that’s worthy of love
pure bliss…