To kiss this heart
To fill in the void
With love that will be more than sufficient
You are tied to this hope
A heart made like this.
Russian roulette embrace.
Oh how I can fold my arms without looking back.
With your apparitional touch
I have phantom bruises all over my body
“Mostly the good kind“, you say.
Now I just don’t know about your hands anymore.
I am unaware of transit care
that makes this many stops in my heart
Without a moment to even tally the cost.
And how I will bury the burden of you and me so deep inside of me.
