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I gasp for air to breathe that’s actually breathable
as stranger sensitivity asks to take a midnight stroll through the park
but it’s angry because
it’s three o’clock in the afternoon and
there is no park and
there is no way anyone is going to get things their way
this far down in my throat

I know and I can’t breathe and it kicks it’s way out
with aorta arteries as I seal teeth with tongue

I always knew this would happen;
it’s my weakness that extinguishes my will

up and out
out and into
your tired palm,
uncaught; it slips and lands

impossibly numbed
laying in splatters and
tatters on the white carpet and
my blood sinks into floorboards and away like
it was never bled and

I still can’t breathe…
I feel dizzy and
short of breath and devoid of words unspoken
as my eyes peel unmoving from their sockets
and down my raw throat to
search amongst lonely innards, false replicas of a
once-functional life,
separate from yours

my subconscious mentality has realized that
my problem is that
I just get way too goddamn happy when I talk to you

I’m aware it’s not natural
I’m sorry

so I guess my heart decided to evade
at least you made an attempt to catch it,
however pathetic and selfishly vague that attempt might have been

thanks for at least trying
I’m lucky you gave me that much

Description
I gasp for air to breathe that’s actually breathable
as stranger sensitivity asks to take a midnight stroll through the park
but it’s angry because
it’s three o’clock in the afternoon and
there is no park and
there is no way anyone is going to get things their way
this far down in my throat

I know and I can’t breathe and it kicks it’s way out
with aorta arteries as I seal teeth with tongue

I always knew this would happen;
it’s my weakness that extinguishes my will

up and out
out and into
your tired palm,
uncaught; it slips and lands

impossibly numbed
laying in splatters and
tatters on the white carpet and
my blood sinks into floorboards and away like
it was never bled and

I still can’t breathe…
I feel dizzy and
short of breath and devoid of words unspoken
as my eyes peel unmoving from their sockets
and down my raw throat to
search amongst lonely innards, false replicas of a
once-functional life,
separate from yours

my subconscious mentality has realized that
my problem is that
I just get way too goddamn happy when I talk to you

I’m aware it’s not natural
I’m sorry

so I guess my heart decided to evade
at least you made an attempt to catch it,
however pathetic and selfishly vague that attempt might have been

thanks for at least trying
I’m lucky you gave me that much