Notes

Inside Out (Aug 26)

I didn't think you could fall in love with my silhouette so I tore myself inside out trying to give you all that I had inside my soul. Maybe if you have a lot to choose from you'd find something there worth loving. I ripped out my heart and my lungs, polished and put them on display and held my breath with a half-dead hope as you observed my heartbeat, watched my brain click, analyzed my thoughts and saw my dreams play out on the silver screen of my eyes. You tinkered around and tested things out, making me hope that you'd found something worth keeping, then gathered it all back up and handed it back to me. And when you left to go find something more suitable for you, I wanted to throw it all in the fire. Those shards of my soul that I'd so readily pulled out for you to see. You thought you'd given me all that was mine and that now you're just letting me put the pieces back in place after our little experiment. But you didn't realize that my heart was still in your pocket as you walked away. Now I'm here wondering if it's still beating wherever you are. Maybe you've found it by now and have thrown it away long ago, but I guess I'll never know until I see you again. I wonder if you remember how everything was supposed to be before I picked it apart for you, because I can't seem to put it all back together. I forgot how to fix something that was never made to be touched or broken and I was just hoping you'd have some instructions for manual reassembly. I don't suppose you do..