faith

Having something to say
doesn't mean that
I have something
I mean
to share with
you

But I know
you want me to.
I have a one-liner
saved just for you,
girl

My heart beats
out of my
caved-in chest
and I think
its a test
of faith,
whether or not I'll be
coming home
with you.

And I can't stress about it
until it starts
to ache.
Because you know
how that shit always ends up.
More meaningless sex
and nostalgic tricks
up her sleeve;
I think she's playing a game.

Oh, and I'd bet you'd go even deeper.
I bet you'd go
into the deepest part
of the sea