Who licked the seal
closing the envelope
of my thoughts to the world.
Who melted the wax,
stamping my lips shut
and my thoughts locked.
Maybe it was me.
But it could’ve been you.
Have you gone to the post office?
Dropped them off yet?
Did you take my heart and organs with it too?
Because I’ll print the shipping label,
just so they travel safely.
Just so the stitches don’t snap,
so the tape still holds,
so my thoughts don’t break like everything else.
Ship me off where no one hears me.
Ship me off on a plane that crashes.
Ship me off so my seal is never broken.
So my thoughts are lost forever.
With my heart too.
Because maybe your heart will be mended,
when mine is lost.