there’s a boy
and he makes your legs feel like lead
and your heart fills up when it’s not
supposed to.

his name never ends;
you say it and it sits on
your tongue, until you force yourself
to swallow it down with
a glass of hot steam.

you know you could fill his heart
with a song he would play out
with his hands; yet he still smiles
and says your name
and glides past you and
doesn’t come back for more.