Heart Strings

r.i.p. ;

i can't take my eyes off
the craggy dip
of your upper lip
as your fingers slip
around my hip;
oh, god

'be still my heart'
doesn't even begin
to cover it
my heartstrings trip
over each other
and my heartbeats skip
but never falter;
oh, god

you're going to rip
my sanity apart
and you're going to strip
my innocence bare;
i know

be still my heart
(be still)
be
still

but the only way
that would ever happen
is if it stops beating
and
when that happens,
my heart
– oh my heart –
will either rest in peace
or
in pieces

and you get to decide which one it is

— s.m.