my heart is beating
for the first time in my life
but I wouldn't say
i'm quite relieved by this crimson burden
awake from slumbering
I hope it taps out
before this next breath drags on just a little too long
but already we're like sleeping dogs
and your hands felt just like me
with no way to get across that feeling
to you that's alright because i'm smiling at you
and that warmth must be what my heart is breathing in right now
I don't think that I can tap out
you seem so goddamn reliant on my heart to breathe
to carry you through everything
does that make you happy?
does that make you anything (more than some broken heart's afterbirth)
I don't know
I don't know.