A thousand situps and
a punch in the stomach
Crossing the finish line
of a one hundred meter sprint
Catch your breath
Don’t be sick
Trying to ***** your heart
out of your mouth
Hands around your throat
Vice clamped around your head
Can’t breathe
Can’t breathe
Everything goes quiet
but it’s noisy still
Somebody said it
They mentioned her
but they didn’t know it
Quick as a breath there’s a
brick in your stomach and
hands around your throat
An Army rucksack
thrown on your shoulders
Your heartbeat aches
Stood still in the centre of a hurricane
Life happening around you
You face her
But you can’t reach her
You feel her
But you can’t touch her
She’s right there with you
But you still miss her
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
A thousand situps and
a punch in the stomach
Crossing the finish line
of a one hundred meter sprint
Catch your breath
Don’t be sick
Trying to ***** your heart
out of your mouth
Hands around your throat
Vice clamped around your head
Can’t breathe
Can’t breathe
Everything goes quiet
but it’s noisy still
Somebody said it
They mentioned her
but they didn’t know it
Quick as a breath there’s a
brick in your stomach and
hands around your throat
An Army rucksack
thrown on your shoulders
Your heartbeat aches
Stood still in the centre of a hurricane
Life happening around you
You face her
But you can’t reach her
You feel her
But you can’t touch her
She’s right there with you
But you still miss her