i was sad that
sometimes
i was being called on to remember you
every little bit of it
like it was a constant check up for my mind
no
for my heart indeed
and it was so true
that i was being unable to remind myself
what more that could not be done
what more that could not be undone
well
when i hold up my heart
i could see all the constant struggles there
all the misplaced feelings and overreacted loves
in the midst of it
you will find me there
screaming at the top of my lung
the inconsistency ate me up
how i long to meet you
to see if our lines
would ever be crossed again
