Overflowing with finely cut paper hearts.
Each one intended to pin upon the lapel of a love.
Every little tag of love cut from my paper pulse.
I beg to share with you the beat of my heart’s drum,
So that we may dance together in its booming tone.
I water your gardens with my tears.
Yet, my smile is all you hear.
At least I will be in due time.
I give from my bottomless well
All the light and warmth that a fire will.
Then I return to light my own flame
Because nobody cares if any tinder remains.
How can my flame feel so cold
Yet seem to warm so many?
I feel chills in my chambers
And this vessel echoes empty.
I yell into the caverns for company,
Yet, not even my own voice resounds back at me.
I am cold and alone…
Please love me.