i do

having a hard time wrapping my head around broken hearts
but i suppose that's the point, right?
my head is quite a ways north of my heart
who am i to fight anatomy?
what liberty do i posess to oppose science?
who the fuck cares about all this loud silence?
you letting go is none of my business
but it was in the letting go i find a way to sort out this mess
i suppose my heart will determine my head's unpredictable ways
i guess there's really no reason for why you never stay


but i can't help but wonder
do you smile as i shatteredly dance upon your palm?
do the shards of my broken heart sting your calloused hands?
do you save a thought for me when that song is on?