And I think it’s so depressing,
The way I could never change
the pasts of others
when they’re the ones that
deserve the change the most.
You know, they say that there is a part
of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough
the person’s heart explodes. This sounds like such a lie
that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science,
I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science,
I’d have named this place after you.
I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand. In words that I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest.