my heart was in my hands
i was giving it to him
i stand there with all of me in my hands
he looks past my shoulder the warmest of smiles on his face
the world turns cold at him subconsciously ignoring me
his warm smile still warms me up though mostly my hands
but then
i look down
i look away from his warmth
and i see
i see
i see
my heart
i see it pumping blood
i see all of me
i see myself melting in my own grasp
i see
i see him
not seeing not noticing not feeling my presence
i see my heart in my hands and then i see that it's gone
i see through him
i see no traces of me or my heart
i see the truth
i see that even though his lovely warm smile warmed me up
it melted me
i see that i am now nothing but a puddle of
pure
warm
love for him
on the stone cold ground
- why didn't you look at me?
