somewhere in the back of my mind I know that this kind love of ours is inevitably going to end in heart break.
we are bound to the pain we carry within and even though we stretch out our hands and clench hearts, it is not enough.
I love you with the beating drums of my heart but what happens when the musician stops?
what happens when you take his hands and you pull the sticks from his palms?
will he beat his drums with his fists?
will I beat against the door that cages your heart?
will you let me in?
I beg you, let me in.
my love grows as mold around food. I love sickly, painfully. my chest hurts with every passing second I spend loving you.
I will beat against the drums with my enclosed fists until blood splatters.
I will bond together us, for you cannot leave me and I will not leave you.
my musician will never stop
but what will I do when yours does?
[tell me quickly,
when will your musician stop?]
