My heart has a question,
it asks with bleeding gums
gingivitis raw:
Will I always find you
in love stories which aren’t mine?
Will you live in every word
I’ll never write, in guilt I try to hide?
My heart has a question,
it asks with pulled down sleeves
and rosy cheeks, tugging on loose thread:
Will this be us forever now?
Heartbroken by my own design
you, always asking why.
Will I know you’re happy
when she comes along?
An angel of settling security,
everything I refused to be.
My heart has a question,
it asks with bee-sting tongue
and an aching jaw:
Will every smile always feel like victory?
A familiar memory shot into the present,
the hope of the hopeless.
Will we continue to laugh this way
even when you’re miles away?
The lover…
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