Photo taken by ©2015-2017 JeisonRodriguez
To be a burden on one’s heart is a frightening thought
A smothering lover, or a slaughtering cancer
Which one am I to you? Or am I both?
Should I tie my heart and slice my tongue?
Would it make it easier for you not to run?
Yet at times I untie this pounding heart
And stitch back this screeching tongue
For the purpose of knowing what it takes for you to admit
I am a burden…