It's white gauze and it's wrapped around
my lips, that are choking on sounds and space
and a time where "please love me" didn't need uttered.
the want is extravagant,
the need becoming mindless. today hurt.
just the thought of another puking of sorrow,
and screams silently evade my fingertips, so that
now, im left alone again.
a break? sure.
i'll break.
