L i s t e n
Every once in a while, I miss the way things were
Because that is what connection does to a beating heart
But I am careful to leave him where he belongs
Yes, he is human
A man who feels ruined
And I weep at the thought of it
But I am careful to leave him where he belongs
They say it’s okay to be friends
With the one who hurt me the most
The one whose hands I know as intricately as my own
But the truth is that the essence of the way our hearts mix together will always, always be gasoline.
It cannot help but set ablaze with even the smallest spark — a hug, a laugh, a conversation
And I no longer enjoy love that is fire in the dark
I crave the sunshine and laughter and the calm of a light breeze against my face
Not the kind that goes up in f l a m e s.