I wanted to get away from words running out of my mouth and on to deaf ears. Each time the word "love" dropped from my tongue, it fell to the ground and stuck like gum. You pretended to hear me but you don't answer my calls or my words or my kisses. Allowing me to speak knowing you won't hear me freed up a bit of my heart. Silence is quite the fix for a over-eager heart.
I'd fight you if I thought it was worth the struggle. I am stronger than I act -- my eyes are weak, but I can still look away. You wrestles my heart to the mat. And hold for 10.
I want to dance as if I never knew you. Lifting my heels and toes, my heart lightens and skips with me. Only hornets and wasps touch me -- you cannot stop me.
Cat scratch fever makes me fall in love with you. My kitten's claws dig into my palm and I feel my heart race. You see me wince and turn away. I know it is too late. I've fallen for you and that damned cat.
You give me butterflies. You give me bumblebees. You give me heart ache. I'd like to put that all in a bucket, drowning the bugs and and diluting the ache. Like a watered down cocktail, I can't send my heart back.
Without you, I feel a little lighter in the head and in the heel. I put these lifts in my step and now I ache less for you. I skip and jump and prance without you in my heart.
You've always made my heart do flip-flops. A love trampoline? Maybe. Crash and burn? Definitely. The cost of this ride is way too high.
I slammed my thumb in the door so hard, I thought I smashed the bone. You dropped me on my head so hard, I thought I smashed my heart. Aching and dizzy, I took too many codiene and drank too much beer. Drunk and drugged, I shouldn't drive and shouldn't make decisions about closing doors or leaving you.
I sneezed this morning and my heart came out of my nose. It slid and popped from my nostrils. Like a bad cold, you made me congested with a heavy head and a runny nose. All the tissues in the world couldn't keep me clear and clean of your snot.
You stretch my skin over my face and cover my eyes. My wrinkles deepen and my nerves tighten. Tension builds up in my eyes preventing me from seeing the you I want to see. Like love, there are no prescriptions that can cure this situation. I would pay if it would fix my vision and mend my heart.
I woke with a hangover from too much of you. Dry mouth and throbbing head/heart, I stuck my finger down my throat to get you out of me. Bile never tasted so good.
I was woken by a pain in my chest. I didn't think of you, just about how to make it go away. Ginger or lemon or witch hazel? Was it my heart or was it my head? I savored this feeling. It reminded me that you are not the first thing in my mind.
The thermometer read 98.7 degrees which made no sense to me. I felt sick. I looked pale. My heart ached. What on earth could bring on this furry? You have made me love sick.
Smoke spews from my heart so furiously my eyes water. Or, am I crying because you broke my heart the way you always do? Soot shouldn't be so painful. Ash shouldn't be so plentiful.
Bright light on the kitchen countertop makes a shadow that reminds me of your profile. The light shifts and your brow bone turns from soft to severe. The sun moves across the sky I'm forced to refocus my heart.
My fingernails started falling off after I clawed at your scalp. Biting the broken nail bed makes my heart and hands raw. With my paws on hold, I take this time for re-growth and repair away from you.