Shattered tears

Broken promises

Warm bodies

My body could feel the crying of my heart.

It hurt.

Although It wasn’t my heart that showed me the hurting pain of love

rather the beauty 

in seeing the best in you, 

a boy.

Me loving you 

was like a million needles

pressed against my skin,

only breaking the outer surface,

pain. 

You’re the fire of the sun, 

too hot to touch

 but still admired

by everyone, 

how do you manage 

to direct my heart towards your burning love?

Listen to me when I say I love you

Listen to me cry when you say I hate you

Listen to the sound of us banging on each other’s hearts,

 but hearing no answer

Listen to us.