they say

they say love is the
most powerful thing.
oh
how i want to agree
the reassurance of your voice
you 
and your reasons of being so analytical.
they say
i however,
speak through
a pain 
resting on my chest,
yes the chest, it pains me.
they say
when i cried on the phone 
and i secretly
oh so dreadfully
hoped that
you felt a sliver in your chest too.
they say
when you said with
such concern "i'm sorry, there is
nothing more i could say"
they say
and, feeling adrift
alone
a chill, there was nothing more i could say.
they say love is
the most powerful thing.
oh 
how i want to agree