I am convinced
There is something wrong with my heart

Every time I get loved
My heart pumps out nothing
Air hangs lazy between my eyes so I can’t even see it
And time wastes away
Walking limp and defeated down sidewalks going nowhere

Do you love me?
Oops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud

But I do wonder if your lips can stand to form that empty space in time where one says something and then waits
waits to see if something will appear

Copyright © 2006 by Arin Lawrence