the tighness in my chest worsens
and I feel as if my organs are shriveling
like your beautiful ice cold eyes
have caused a serious case of shrinkage within me
I want to curl up inside my ribcage
and rock myself to sleep
to feel my bones wrap around me
the same way I've dreamt your arms would
if only I could root myself to the ground
and grow like a mighty oak
to become a presence you can't ignore
but until the day I hold your heart
I'll keep watering the ground with my tears
hoping for love to blossom
and for your fire to become my sun