These words are not what I want
and yet I want for what I have no words.
And oh how I've waited,
for the world to end
or for you to say something
or something, like this, but not this
the feelings crack and roll
tangled all the way through you
through everything we loved and fought for
and life itself
a ticking time bomb
set inside my own dear heart.
My own dear heart
Do you read me? can you hear me?
Dear heart come in, come home,
I want to breathe you the fuck in
and swallow you whole
as if my life did not depend upon it
as if I did not live just for your every very beat.