you said you werent going to eat off my plate but now its clean and im hungry
you said this was your last smoke but my packs empty and im feenin
you said YOU SAID ill be with you thursday but my beds empty and im alone and cold yearning livid
but im taking breaths deep ones teaching myself that each voice each utterance doesnt bind me or you to a radiator stuck in the dark and steam burned
these chances to vibrate throaty chords are chances to perfect our relationships with acuity we sharpen our souls through our tongues but accuracy is the sum toward what each syllable should strive each consonant building towards our harmony and peace of mind validating our trust
tell me a secret whisper a truth
**ill start: "im a trekkie" how can you defend jar jar