“Singing Bells”

There’s stress in my chest
Pressure in my ears
I feel like I’m bursting
Like I’ll overflow

With what, with what?
With feelings, too many feelings
Too many thoughts and ringing
Bells, bells, foretelling signs

I want to jump and sing
Run and dance
Until I melt into nothing
A sated pile of passion

My heart will explode
If it doesn’t jump from my throat
As I sing out my story
And cough up a lung

I’ll sing my heart out
If it means I can stand next to you
Relationships, relationships
I’m afraid of change

I don’t know what to do
I’m so confused
I want you but I don’t
I like what we have

Please don’t push me
I like you but I don’t
Don’t push me, Don’t pull you
I love you, love you not
What is the definition o f love?

God made me pretty so you’d like me
And he made me dumb so I’d like you

Is love blind?
Is love stupid?

Hell,
What, in the world, is love?