thump, thump, thump

Sometimes it's hard to remember
That I have a heart
Sometimes it's hard to remember
That I'm here, I'm alive
So I touch my fingertips
To my chest, just to remind myself
To be sure my heartbeat is there

thump, thump, thump

Usually, when I do this
I get scared after a moment
I don't like to hear the pulse
Maybe I don't like remembering
That I'm alive and I exist
Or maybe I'm worried
It'll disappear before long
Maybe I want to pretend
Pretend my heart doesn't love like...
Like this

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The way my heart loves is odd
Queer, some could say
(Many do say, and only some with kindness)
I fall in love with beauty and with grace
With lilting smiles and musical laughter
With her curves and legs and long skirts
My heart loves girls,
My heart is queer

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I don't like the way my veins look
Blue against pale skin
If I look at the underside of my wrist
For a little too long
I start to feel nauseated
What would happen, I wonder
If the vein opened?

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My veins are filled with the blood
That flows from my queer heart
If it was pierced by a blade, if it bled,
Would rainbows spill from my wrist?
Pain might be more beautiful, wouldn't it?
It is painful, sometimes, with a queer heart
It's easier if my blood is colorful,
If my veins are filled with rainbow

thump, thump, thump