I shove my feet grimily forward,
Mint scented whispers encouraging
Me to open door with a shotgun,
There's no air in this room;
Silver swirls hovering above the ceiling;
Smokey and damp.
Its not enough,
You need to give me more,
The pleasures we both condemn
And can't keep alive unless you give me..
Useless bitterness that I can't hold,
But you make me feel much stronger than before;
The next frustrating round will be the same,
The words fall and settle on my stomach;
Too hard for you to read,
Too hard for me to give.
I want to shout it,
To become just us
Because all I ask of you is to heal with me;
With no system to our madness,
Turn it on.
Hold me and don't let go
don’t you let go
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