and yet all the words that i spew
coud never capture all the emotions you so easily brew
the gasp caught in my lips
the arch of my brow
the blushing of my ears at their tips
they all make me wonder how
you seem to find a way
no matter how no matter the day
to capture my heart in an eloquent trance
racing itself maniacally to a supposed end
… will i survive this dance?
or shall i fall, broken pieces shattered in the bend
what does it mean to be loved by you
when you could not pick me from one or two
do i find myself content at the idea that
you are the constant inspiration in my brain
that motivates me to move at the drop of a hat
and yet, because of you, these thoughts race like a train
can i ever be content
truly comfortable with this deeply entrenched sentiment
for you see, the love i offer
will break my heart into a million pieces
because you will never truly love me
and i’m meant to just accept that all you can give my heart in return is random breaches
torn out pieces
left to fry in the thousand degree heat
from the blush on my cheeks
thank you for it all
thank you indeed
the fall
happens to be more satisfying than my heart’s greed