I think my heart is too big. I think lovers sleep there because they know they can. Plenty of space to stretch out their arms. Plenty of pride to be harmed. Too much warmth to wrap around. I said, I'm feeling cold. At least I am aware of this. At least I might take care of this. At least I don't have the least of space to share. Full and soaked with signals from my brain. I cant fit this heart in my chest anymore. I have to wring out my pain, only to be filled again.