Two

Silently burning
Blooming inside of me
Bright neon colors
Fiery red
Beating for once
After tragic, dusty death
Patch it up
Blow the wear away
Pumping the blush to my skin
Splurging out the
Broken, beaten, battered veins
The thumping ache
Can be blamed on the fact
That they need to work so hard
To do something they once did
So long ago
Sputter and startle the thunking
In my chest
What is this?
And why does it hurt?
And why does it feel so good?
Involuntary
Procrastination
Leaves me breathless
When I put off breathing
Because I look at you
And I suddenly don’t remember how
You’ve taken this unruly
Pain
You’ve taken this messy
Suffering
And you’ve molded it to match your heart