You wanted my heart to be made out of rubber so it could stretch to fit the delicate situation you were pulling me into, my prerequisite for loving you was not giving a shit about anything. But I'm sorry that I always care when more than i have to and you only care when you have to guess I was never too important. Stung stained with a beating heart that you can't get away from, so say her name again, I know it's hurting you too. Because our lives hang suspended in friendship the sea of faces ignites again and we're pushed ever closer fighting to fit together and we don't match but you don't care and I don't want to either. Laying under sheets late into the night making shadow puppets that dance to the rhythm of out hearts murmmering to sync up. Not everything's as easy as it should be. "Please don't leave me!" but you don't care about tears or dropping hearts until they shatter because yours is non-existant, it was never in the picture to begin with.. was it? So shoot me with her name over cups of coffee bottles of red wine warmer than your blood or morning sex because your mouth has become a pistol, aimed and cocked from that first "love you" and I was only target practice.
