Too busy

Don’t say that you’ve been busy
Don’t tell me you have other plans
Your words slowly break me
And pick on my vital glands.

You tell me you are broken
You tell me you’re unfair
I say that you are cared for
I whisper how your soul is rare.

I’d remind you through all ticking
Of how scarce it is to find
A heart that bleeds and tenders
Despite our lonely bind.

And as I want to tell you
And as your grief I want to ease
You tell me you are busy
And you have other plans .