behind your heart is another heart, broken in half by life.
I can be cardboard, too.
with the same benefits of reading a book you think you'll hate.
it's time for another one, a different depth.
and the differences in the fabric of your printed dresses.
differences don't matter.
search me now for veins and path.
between the covers.
of beds and books.
we breathed, still.
behind anything is everything.
you will see me.
across a street.
and one of your hearts will scream in silence.
but I will blink and miss the moment.
behind a bus or a billboard.
it is amazing what we miss.
right before your eyes, life leaves.
behind every little thing.
there is truth's universe.