I fear my heart isn't as big as I thought it was
Everyday I fill its valves and arteries with stranger smiles and kind words and dazzling metaphors for what it means to love someone as much as I love myself
And I'm worried that my pulse is becoming faint as I bleed for people who have plenty of blood already
I'm worried that my heart beats too fast for too many people whose hearts beat for not enough people
And that by the time another heart beat finally echoes against my own
There won't be any room left for their name to run through my veins
