take it

we used to believe that the earth was the center of the universe.  

and so it is with the heart.  

i gave you mine to share but you put it into a box.  the box went under your bed.  your bed was cold like wax and smelled like hay.  still i went on.  beating

still i told the story of myself.  

ran along dirt roads past horses.  pumped my fists.  went bowling and made the first move.  discovered cilantro and decided a little tiny bit can still be too much, too much.

still i gave another little piece.

ran along trails all covered in roots.  jumped off a bridge after you.  climbed to the top of a billboard clutching flowers.  held your feet in a soundless ocean.

remember the box and the bed and the fish made of glass.  remember the box and break another little piece.

i know you got it: and it makes me feel (good).