you can think of my mind as tv
scenes upon scenes, characters with glee
that's expected isn't it
it's like a show where we're not free.

yet my heart, it's a book
slice it to pieces, flip every page
you'd be surprised to find out
how colorful they are, my joy and rage.

put your hand upon the chambers
and soak your fingers in my blood
you'll find your name
in every page, every part.

you'll see your smile, your crescent eyes
you'll see the way you fix your hair
you'll see the way my finger pries
to get a whiff of your every prayer.

you'll see the words i use
to put upon your elegant mind
you'll see how hard i try to understand
and fit myself in its rind.

if my heart was a book
your name would be on the title page
it would be on the dedication
and the word on every phrase.


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