Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Repeat

You are my heart squeezed tight.
You are the breath I hold and exhale soft and smooth.
You are curled up around in my fingers, pulled tight.
You are the song I listen to on repeat

Again, again. Again. Again and again.

Listen to the song where it hurts.
Listen to the song that sounds like the smell of you.
Listen to the song make it hard to breathe.
Listen to the song that speaks for me.

When you're too in love to let it go.
But I know what I'm worth without you.
And you don't.
Which is why we pause, why the stu-
tter
          stop

Again, again. Again. Again and again.

Not here to validate you.
Not here to grow you up.
Not here to be your prize.
Not here to keep you here (or there).
Or don't want to be,
But tend to be.

I am everything to you I shouldn't be.
Stuck in reverse.
Wanna be what you want and not what you need.
Loving you and going to waste.

Again, again. Again. Again and again.

Mine, be mine. Stay mine.
Even when we can't. Or don't.
Even though it's not fair.
Stay mine.