I’ve tethered your heart around my finger
...the central one,
In order to make my message unambiguous.
I can no longer see through the murky windows I’ve called my eyes,
For as water droplets condense, I lose my sense of self.
I am no different than our Mother Nature nor any beings she claims as her children.

I’m no different,
though I’ve possessed the nauseating audacity to believe otherwise.

To tether a heart,
oh my! Would everyone cry?
Cruelty requires company,
not misery.
If you’re so destined to a life full of hate,
why not wear it upon my hand?

Why not wrap your capillaries tightly?
No lost soul who wanders could deny the offer,
and these lost souls happen to be kindred spirits.

Is it not the kindred spirit
that devotes its wistful mind to another?
Darling, I’d devote myself to your enmity
one thousand eight hundred seventy two times
and with such precision as to prove to you my undying adoration.

Yet I must ponder,
for with pieces of your cold beating heart
wrapped around my third digit,
do I rather wish for its place on the fourth?