hello
like whip cream, my heart is smeared on the tile
for you
and i can't help myself
if your love is my existence,
then how do i exist
i can't even tell you how i feel
can't show my emotions
can't let you inside... because you won't step forward
like a million lungs i breathe for you
but you don't think about it
like a million hearts i work for you
but you don't even see
like a million water droplets i pour out my core to you
but you don't look... or feel... or know how i feel
what will it take to get to you...
to see you...
to know you...
to feel you...

i breathe you in as you breathe me out
i am the carbon monoxide you detest without thinking about it
my heart is an open book but you won't read
all i have i have for you
but you seem to think you've met your every need
what about mine...
your heart bleeds and you don't notice
you think everything's okay
if my heart is cream on the tile,
then yours is strawberry filling on the linoleum
and you'll never notice it
without me
and without you, i'll never breathe
(c) 2000 Krissi M.
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