There’s a crack

In the floor

Of the ocean’s beds

That magnifies

And is hot

And looks like the crack

In my heart

I’ve held all along

Broken at romance

And unkind with wise wits.

draw em in!

I can do that

And I fumble

And choke up

Just go away

I carry myself away

I want to be the one to do it.

I’m the problem.

I don’t tic that way

Independent little stray

Play by the rules

+1 not included.