you sing to me
in poetry
in loaded lyrics
the chords cry out
from under your fingers
I know how they feel.
my palms sweat
as yours cradle notes
and harmonics
and I'm jealous
of the way you hold your guitar
the way you close your eyes to remember
of your honesty
my heart falls to the floor
somewhere around my feet
my heart is in my hands
anywhere, but where it should be
at a moment like this
my insides are cold
all the blood is in my head
my skin burns
unsure of what to do
resist the urge to
crawl into your lap
like that lovely guitar
knowing you already play me so well
But I just leave
I can't fall in love with you tonight.
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