I wish that he would speak to me
Sing a song with the sound of vibrating words that would move the thing in my chest
But all I could feel in my chest was this pain that didn’t hurt but grewI swear it moans out loud but this sound is all in my head
A rush trying to escape my body
I feel as though on somedays the only way for me to escape is for me to claw it out of my chest
Maybe then he would speak
To me
Sometimes I stare at his eyes for him to say what
What
But I can never get in
Or maybe there’s nothing there for me to feel
Maybe it’s not mines to have
Maybe his heart is scared of my love and he has none to give
Sometimes I listen to his heart beating in his chest
But it said nothing
I listen closely to the rhythm of his drum
Pulsating blood rushed to every square inch of his body
I wait for his lungs to whisper the words I need to feel
The rise and fall in his chest is poetic but still there is nothing for me to hear
I loved him before I loved myself but why is it that I am still on the receiving end
Unable to connect to the line that keeps pulling from me
I’ve cried from my lost of you but I refuse to cry from the drainage of my heart
I am my love so why do I wait for you
He still said nothing
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