Heart Strings
You compose a symphony
that consists of every sound that resurrects a grim memory.
You seek solace in pain,
it's the only constant you've ever known.
You perform this song for me.
With hope that I find comfort in your pain
the way you find comfort in my rapid heart beat.
Taming this vessel is a skill I thought I had mastered
but I'm splitting more at the seams with each pounding beat.
These things
can no longer be held by the adhesive plaster I've been using
I am oozing,
gushing from my sides.
I can no longer hide from the thoughts rushing through my mind.
Let us crescendo together
rise and fall into me.
Like your soft melody
you linger.
I see your silhouette in the shadow that dances against my locked door.
It's hard to breathe
even now.
I press my fingers into you
anticipating your final note of bass
as you desperately search for a base in me.
My tongue clicks and your body ticks.
like a metronome.
Comfort is found in consistency.
So my heart will pound for as long as you sing to its beat.
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