Up Close// Personal
Ramblings to old Valentines
Tonight I found old letters from when we were head over heels dizzy in love. I didn't cry when I read them but I did remember how I chipped my tooth with the needle when I sewed my heart onto your sleeve.
Although you never asked me to.
When I read you the first poem I ever wrote you told me it sounded like Andrea Gibson, which from anyone else would have been a compliment.
The first line was "Sometime my heart beats empty like a broken drum/ so if I cut my skin its only so I'll know where the pain is coming from"
Baby that was my way of telling you my heart was breaking, but I guess both of us had broken voice boxes when it came to that stuff.