Break my Heart a Little

When it’s to slay or be slain,

I’ll pick slain every time.

What good is a heart

That’s never broken?

Your steps send lightning

across my skin.

I’d give my back teeth

To hear your voice.

And my bones are precious to me.

They turn into vapor

Whenever you enter the same room as me;

And nothing

Not a thing

Can change the blatant

Expression of yearn

On my face

For you.