My breaths hum a tune
that shouts in my mind
never quite finishing or
even singing in the correct order
just "I loved you in the best…"
being thrown into my chest
over and over
until nothing is comparable
It’s all streaked wood
hinge-less doors and cement windows
fear of thick air
a hidden black hole in my lungs
that I woke to see
leaving the transcendental dark
of swirling whats-its and loopy love
“…I loved you in the best…”
I climb into the scene
of a worn out love story
and fuck shit up
make it real, brilliant veracity
stuffed ears
baby blanket
cant listen
wont.
“… way possible…”