Through my nightly routine I have learnt to inflate,
Learnt to expand and deflate a shattered rib cage.
So that I may find myself in the warmth of your embrace,
And ignore the pain in my fingers as they break.
I want to force it so that each bated breath may not burn
I wish to tear through your chest,
Hold your heart,
Hold your breath.
Breathe it in, and maybe soon, you’ll look at me the way I do you.
I’ve been told time and time again that there is a correct way to love.
Shove yourself into a box,
Learn your role,
Only talk.
Because there’s only ever one amount of love you’re allowed to give.
Never more, never less.
And if it’s true, I will learn.
Learn to love like homosapiens, no,
Learn to love like normal,
I will.