You

Just a poem

"You"

I wear my heart on my sleeve
in the way I dare to believe
that you would love me
back.
And when you turn your head I get
that feeling
I've been here before and
Oh, you turn my head.
Wind over my arid heart,
blowing yourself through
me,
permeate my flesh.
You get inside my head,
shuddering when you fill me.
Birds taking wing from rooftops,
I shudder when you leave.
I'm empty again
And
I shudder.