heartstrings
I never had you
What wouldn't I give to be able to trace the lines along your arms
that lead to your beating heart;
to be able to lay my head on your slowly rising and falling chest,
listening to that heartbeat
and to know that it beats for me?
And as I draw these lines on my arms
with the same ink I used to pen all those unsent love letters,
I think of you; and pathetically I try
and try
to replicate the lines on your arms
because through some warped thought process
I've been led to believe that this will somehow pull me out
from this void of self-destruct I've been falling into
and bring me closer to you but yet
it doesn't.