My heart is a broken apple,
Waiting for be chomped on by your forceful lying teeth,
My chest is a bat's cavern,
With thoughts hanging upside down
Spewing baby ideas of rage and jealousy.
I want you to come find me in my hollowed out canoe
I want you to come and hold me, in the rain,
Beneath the stars,
I want you to touch and feel my sores until they heal.
But
While I'm waiting, I'll sit here wishing you would come,
With my hollow empty cavern of a chomped on apple heart.
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