2 Many 2 Heavy 2 Little 2 Late

my tongue has needed some reason
to give its lick at love for once
o yet my eyes gloomy and bright

sparkle moveable diamonds
hanging in infinite headspace
pull in meanings for
heart
o heart you get all the boys
o heart you get all the pain you poor fool
why does love belong to me?

my body feels strange knowing it’s harboring this capacity
so put it elsewhere!
put it in the sheets themselves
let them remain
as i do not
neither do you
i haven’t made my bed in weeks
i sleep on the floor
drawing the indent from your body

that you left behind
there is a strange depth that my pencil cannot etch
there is a bad bend in the bed it cannot get

about love
that only i can fit