Take me apart,
See what makes me tick.
Turn the key in my lock,
You’ll know,
When you hear me,
Click.
My heart is a clock,
Someday it’ll fall apart.
But while it’s running,
And I’m alive,
I’ll track the seconds,
Until we click,
Again.
I remember we promised to wait until we were ready to be us. I don’t think either of us are waiting anymore, but sometimes I think about if we both found each other back in the theater and I put my arm around her like I desperately wanted to, then would we fall back again?
The poem was before all of this.
