7 points 3 planes 9 lights and this fire in my lungs your presence was overbearing and I had so much to say Bursting at the seams with such consequential information I am a coward I have never experienced a night where cars ceased to exist And the wind invaded my pores so profoundly All the things I could not say God ****** So many moments where I could feel the letters slipping Out of my lips, but I collected them And shoved them back down my throat And then proceeded to **** them with my conscious "Are you okay", I asked "Yes" "I think you're lying" silence silence silence That was all I could muster up But what I really wanted to say was- I know you're lying And I want to crawl into your cigarette fingers Give your lonely chapped soul some company But that does not even begin to portray the images; Thoughts inside my brain, chemicals reacting Refusing Resisting I am an imbecile A decaying bundle of festering emotions and words Slowly rotting my insides, I wish I could just tell you How I actually feel