I think you should have made me say sorry Before I had to come to the realization myself. All the backs rubbed, padded fingers Bruised in futile comfort Came from you doing, living you, yourself, Your normal of **** it, **** happens.
No, I'm not angry at myself, because You plant these seeds yourself and let them Diffuse into your acidic tasting soil, Dirtied by all of the forgotten questions And Dismembered, overcarressed words. Stuffing filled ******* you shoveled Over your shoulder, Back onto the pile.
There's value you tirelessly overlook In ending a fight, Finishing a thought, Having emotions, Being a human.
It's your well deserved turn now, You can do it, Just inhale Languages ****** expressions Subtitles Paraphrases Gestures Pantomimes With fluidity as each atomic being sifts through continuing passages
And go. Exhale, No, you're doing it wrong. Breath. Out. What you feel, Release, Allow me passage inside,