You give me acid reflux

I got a moment of courage
Or weakness, depending
On what those ten digits meant
And like your fingers
My stomach rejected the call
And I'm not sure what makes
Me feel worse
That you don't care
Or that I still do
Either way, I'll swallow a few Tums
And hope that calcium
Makes swallowing
My pride a little bit easier too

July 15th

I was never told intestinal tracts are made of shoelaces
But I think they might be
And I think my fingers may reach right through my belly button
And knot those intestinal laces when I see you
And then my headstrings and heartstrings gather to laugh at me
Because you don't feel that way

And never will.