I stare at you and feel the empty air
begging to be filled with
the admirations festering in my lungs
And as thoughts form flavor on
my lips,
I choke them back and **** them
with the smoky cancer
I exhale in a thick white stream
and hope that it could be
enough of a
screen to hide my eyes
and the hole I'm boring
into your face.
I pray that if you
breathe it in,
you can taste the
honeyed intentions
I fill space with common talk
that distracts from the reality in
which real feelings burn quickly
and leave empty an air that you
ignore.
I swallow it like absynthe
as my jaw clenches with
the weight of my masochistic heart.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
I stare at you and feel the empty air
begging to be filled with
the admirations festering in my lungs
And as thoughts form flavor on
my lips,
I choke them back and **** them
with the smoky cancer
I exhale in a thick white stream
and hope that it could be
enough of a
screen to hide my eyes
and the hole I'm boring
into your face.
I pray that if you
breathe it in,
you can taste the
honeyed intentions
I fill space with common talk
that distracts from the reality in
which real feelings burn quickly
and leave empty an air that you
ignore.
I swallow it like absynthe
as my jaw clenches with
the weight of my masochistic heart.
