stubborn

if the heart knew that the brain wanted

it probably wouldn't  have listened.

like the wind talking through the trees,

the soft whispers in the breeze

and the thump, thump, thump

that pulsates through rundown walls

and leaves arteries to paint 11:11 wishes in blood

the heart won't listen

the silence

that fills 11:12

the moment you wish your heart wouldn't have spoken through closed doors

because you know you can't change what you feel

and the heart can't listen

like the dreams yet to be reality

and reality so real it hurts

deeper than chest pain

nothing like an attack

everything like sweaty hands

the heart doesn't listen

like the pumping that won't cease

thats there when you dream

like the pumping that won't cease

when you fall in love

and we all know that nothing's like falling in love.

bruising becomes too easy

the record you used to play every saturday night

stops spinning

music loses its sound

to the music shaking your bones

the heart didn't listen

and now your head is spinning

muscle tissue is beating

and no matter what anyone says

1000 times a minute can't tell you how you feel.

impulse can't tell you what you think,

so you accept your heart's follow request

and you're lost now

because logic is so much better than

chasing your thoughts.

but if the brain knew what the heart wanted,

it probably wouldn't have listened either

because 11:11 might mean shooting for the star

and the brain missed the moon

by 1/4th a heart beat