my heart feels like a god
sometimes i think all physical pain is not physical at all.
do you ever feel your heart travel through your body?
like right now, my heart sits on the hands you held minutes ago.
after you shower, it’ll sit on my lips.
then, on my way to work, it’ll sit on my forehead.
i don’t think it is my mouth that wants to puke in the crowd, i think it is the heart.
i don’t think that my knees hurt from old age, i think my heart hurts from seeing the knees hanging from a chair all day. when we make love, i don’t think it is my clitoris that gives me an orgasm- i don’t think an orgasm is an orgasm until my heart sits on my clitoris for there are days i wouldn’t feel one no matter what. well, that is another matter.
i think it is my heart.
you tell me to have a mind of my own as if i can rent yours for a few days huh
if this heart pumps blood to all my body parts, isn’t the heart beating in several places all at the same time? my heart looks like a god.