and i want to be that girl you wished you could make room in your current events without promising that you'll use "always" and the future tense of our existence; because truth be told, i guess i can't hold much in since i let my sculptured body weather against the rain and the wind and the storms you forced out of the calm palms up in the indigo sky, that you used to collide with my own. the pulse we felt was silenced, but the muscle located behind your enlightened eyes could pull the taste of my apple-core lips and ribbed fingertips against your spinal column with nothing more than the conclusion - "i ****** up." don't ever say i didn't give you a chance for change or change for chance, since i gave you all i had.
but don't get me wrong, i knew the natural games were
offered on a plate with steaming sorrys and sentences
spit up onto the table in a wine glass.

i used to get drunk off the atmosphere,
but now, i heave it back up to remain sober
to tell you,
i told you so.