when i melt it is not for you

it is for me

the hot wax

dripping from my heart

only hurts for a second

and the pain makes the pain go away

the way i make myself twist and turn like a pretzel

that you share with someone,

like an ordinary bite

the way i have made you

in my mind

makes me wonder what a mind is for

to trick the heart

or to do its bidding

i do irrational things

and make art out of it

and it makes art out of me

i do not want it any other way though

everything that is open lets everything in and out

they are only directions

no, when i melt it is not for you, it is for me

for you i burn