Red Punching Bag

 

I wear my heart on my sleeve

And it is battered, tattered, and torn

Covered in bruises and scars

Fresh and old

But you know this

You see it on my face

You feel it in my skin

The warmth that rushes to my cheeks

The way my eyes sparkle 

The night stars could only dream 

Of being that bright 

How my breath is never less than excited

And almost gone 

My smile is biggest

And easiest

(Am I smiling even now? God how do I stop)

When I am around you

I could control these things

The way I am so magnetized around you

That everything pulls me to you

How I ask you the burning questions

That I never thought

Would escape my lungs

But I think that would hurt me more

Because to hold that in

Would kill me

It’s too much

To conceal

Could I?

Absolutely 

But I want you to notice

Someday you might see it 

For what it is

And 

Because despite how many 

Of the injuries of my heart

Are from you

At least you got close enough

To touch it

-j.p