I’ve probably
said I love you
About four or five times
to four or five different girls
But for the life of
me
I can only remember
About two of them
Which says I don’t know
The hell I’m talking
about
That I lied at least
two or three times
Because should I really
forget some girl
I said ‘I love you’
to?
That would be wrong
So would saying I love
you to
Four or five different
people
Because how many people
can you love?
Apparently no more than
two for me.
So one for each eye
Each hand, each ear,
each half of
My brain
I can share myself to
two people
And still be safe I
think.
There would be me, and
her, and her
I would be completely
fulfilled
As each part of me would
be
Most efficiently distributed
Like a fine machine
that isn’t wasted
There wouldn’t be a
part of me
That would regret being
left alone
Here is my hand, my
ear, my arm
I can see you, feel
you, listen to you,
And understand you as
best I can
And I would say the
same to the other
Not a part of me unused
or left wasted
I would be completely
occupied
And...what....oh that....nevermind
that.....
It’s only my heart
Leave that on the table
I can’t split that
No matter how hard I
try
Leave it on the table
No one wants that anymore.
....
....
....
....
On the table Left beating just
a little bit more Little pulses of
life I used to know Still beats From a heart ripped
from its home Forgotten because
it wasn’t needed anymore Left to be punished
by hands colder than stone I breathe shallow
breathes As I see my passion
lying on the table I can care no more Seeing as I’m fully
occupied I can have it no other way Leave that beating
thing On the table till
it explodes Expires, deceases,
whatever it takes I’ve got other things
to be worried about Other issues I can’t
ignore It’s only emotions No one needs Who needs to say
I love you and Mean it anyway When the only touch
I feel is cold.
