another failed attempt to shape this heart with my hands

somewhere between hands behind your back and legs (un)crossed lies a deep romanticism that's been playing in my head for longer than you'll know. i've gutted the insides of my last mixtape out because digital music is far more impressionable and new wave. i am farther from the truth and closer to the sin. i've got these ropes climbing around my chest and tying me to my eventual place of death. don't you miss the first loves and last kisses? the only thing you offer is the poison fruit of eternity. i shake your hand even though i know that at any moment, serpents may slip out stealthily and steal away any trace of innocence and naivety i still have.