you showed me a drop of water
and i dove in like it was an ocean
you became mildly sweet
so i bathed in moon dust
and honey to compensate
you handed me a twig
and i scaled it
as if it was an oak tree
you tried to give me your heart slowly
but i reached into your chest and took it for myself
before you could even realize you were bleeding
YOU ARE READING
heartbeat.
Poetry"i liked believing i was your novel, instead of a two page poem in the book of your life"
