Where It Hurts

I have convinced myself each headache is worse than the last,

But heartbreaks are nothing. 

Physical manifestations of pain are the only ones that count.

I hear your burden, I do. 

I long to reach out my hands and hold you steady.

Gently. I wish. 

I cannot bear the weight of my body walking,

How can I love those who crave it?

I ignore my wild heart,

Love without thought, 

And lose my consciousness to the heaviest pulse.