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…