there’s a pain in my chest when i look at you
like i am tearing at the seams,
being stretched to breaking point, bursting
like a balloon with too much air
or a water tank that has no more room to fill.
it’s almost as if at any moment
my walls will collapse,
and all my doors will burst open
flooding us all, in a thousand different ways
in the form of agony and tear drops.
what a messy way to profess love
i must admit,
but i cannot seem to tell you any other way
and nothing i do is good enough
for you to see me the way i want to be seen.
there are birds that sing outside my window
and they remind me of you,
they don’t know i’m right there listening
as their lives turn golden in the sun,
in ways i could only dream of.
but when you love someone
you let them go,
their happiness is more important
and so i stitch up the seams and turn off the tap
so this flood never darkens your door.
