My heart is dying
I feel it beating so loudly in my chest
A drum the 9th grade band director is yelling to hit harder
I'm not supposed to be aware of its involuntary movement
Nor should it be as tight as the size 0 jeans I can't fit into anymore
I start crying because I don’t know what to do with all this tension
And if you were here you would tell me it was all in my head
And you would smile at me and laugh and hold me until I forgot
To think about anything other than your warmth and your touch
But you’re not here and I can’t reach you across the screen
And now my face is melting like the ice cubes in my drink
But I say it's nothing, I just have a poor connection
And wish you a good morning as I go to sleep
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