What else are you searching for?
A different number
a different color?
When my poetry and kisses are not enough
When my sequins and stories aren’t sufficient
I step back
Wondering what more I can do
To keep your eye
Trying not to wound myself again
Knowing I deserve the unbroken gaze
If not the unbroken heart
Since those are virtually impossible to come by
Were you bored were you lonely did you miss me?
Were you looking for a backup or something more?
Did something I do or say push you away?
Or were you just not quite enough enchanted?
Now I’m clicking too, though I’d rather just sit quietly
And look into your eyes
I wonder if we are evolving past the beat, the kiss
So that our modern heartbeats sound like this: