My red lines aren't veins.
we become a pattern
on each other’s hearts, with red lines.
{they call them veins} but
we know they’re wrong.
our red lines have been defined into
names too scientific to be real.
why would the world become just a scientific
experiment had it not been
for the scientists who had too-broken
hearts and knowledge that did them no good?
it’s humankind’s worst habit
to ignore the things that hurt them most –
but make life the best it ever could be.
and i love you.
i won’t let them tell me it’s wrong or
different. we’re all still made of
love.
it circles in our “veins” and puts
a light in our eyes.
can you see it?
can you see me in my eyes?
on each other’s hearts, with red lines.
{they call them veins} but
we know they’re wrong.
our red lines have been defined into
names too scientific to be real.
why would the world become just a scientific
experiment had it not been
for the scientists who had too-broken
hearts and knowledge that did them no good?
it’s humankind’s worst habit
to ignore the things that hurt them most –
but make life the best it ever could be.
and i love you.
i won’t let them tell me it’s wrong or
different. we’re all still made of
love.
it circles in our “veins” and puts
a light in our eyes.
can you see it?
can you see me in my eyes?