In all of my small life, small in spirt, in love, in intellegence. I have never felt so small.
So completely insignificant. So completely on my own.
I've trained my brain to not let my heart run away, carring feelings it doesn't deserve.
Come now heart, lets think this through.
I hold both parts of my problem in seperate shaking hands. Trembling the words fall from my wet palms, and I'm aware of how ill I am.
Heart;
I want to speak to you always, to have this click. I like being nervous that my phone won't flash your name, and then to be excited when you do. To know that something made you want to text me. Something made you think of my small name.
Brain;
Facts, hard facts. Writting on a screen.
Why would they want you?
I don't know brain, but I wish you'd let me be. This is breaking me in two.
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