Show me what you want me to see. -Rebaone Itumeleng Kamanyane
Place me on your chest.
Yes, you.
Put me in the position you want me to hear your heartbeat. Whether it be on the side that beats without falter, or the side that is continuously plagued by matters no ears are worthy to receive. Or it be the side you have ferociously banging with silence, echoing the muted sorrows your heart has ever so gracefully placed in a box.
Place me on your chest.
Yes, you.
