IF ONLY CHORDS 

The spot was always inside 

though my sin is I cannot kill— 

a weakness matched only by your 

feigned fragility,  

and inability to 

breathe off key 

And as you seeped 

into the rhythm of my veins, 

unexplained 

For what are we, 

but blood and memory? 

I beat my own heart 

And what is white noise? 

Static, a furtive hiss, 

Careless words, a child’s kiss— 

Weep then boy 

if only chords make you cry 

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

I beat my own heart

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