i hold my breath.
1... 2... 3...
i cough, choking on the stout smoke of your late night text messages.
is it so hard to say you want me?
instead, messages are left unread and and words are unsaid.
it's like tart pomegranates that i have to pour sugar on to digest.
maybe it's innocence.
you don't know you're hard to swallow.
all you know is midnight brings you back to the dimly lit streets and blown out speakers struggling to pour forth your favorite song.
(it's a lonely song.)
your heart is buckled next to you. the only time you ever take it out of you pocket is when your eyes are heavier and your brain is soaked in gasoline.
do i make any sense?
do we make any sense?
-i'm choking and you've
forgotten how to breathe
