On a Sunday night I

On a Sunday night I met my match

 

You were going to tear me to shreds

 

I knew in the end my heart was going to be crumpled up

like a high school student’s tardy slip

 

And you were always late

 

I couldn’t wait for you any longer

 

I couldn’t wait

 

your heart is guarded by barbed wire fence

 

and baby my knee caps are bleeding

 

Scratched from the inside out

 

I’ve been praying you would let me in.

 

You never did

 

and I never did

 

learn how to play your ribs like piano keys

 

I’m still banging on the outside

Bruisin’ and tearin’ up the inside

of your fragile bones

I am so sorry

I cannot play the song of your heart

I'm tone deaf and teary eyed

so I'll kiss your lungs

and hope they breathe me out sometimes

 

 

 

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