I can claw my hand into your chest
to reach your heart and weigh it for you,
if that's what you're thinking about.
Is my heart as heavy as yours?
Oh wait, let me tell you this,
my heart is as heavy as
our last kiss.
Balloons filled with tears
lay sunk in my heart and
every other word that I hear you say
are needles.
My chest is a pool of
unshed tears.
Isn't that what this lump in my throat about?
Words that want to fall
but cannot?
If you ever think about how
we got here,
don't.
There is no answer for this.
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