through osmosis, thats how
maybe thats how
i got to be bitter
as i was sleeping
you were seeping through my pores
these broken arms cant hold you down
my heart beats like yours, my heart still beats
and i am a snowman if you are a strong man
my arms are twigs and my eyes are coal
you are cold
i shut my eyes, i shut them
for maybe just a second
and i felt you sigh in my ear
i hate the air your lungs
extract
exactly like i used to be loved.
if you never came into me. if your heart never enveloped mine
if you never held my hand in your pocket
i am gulping i am gulping back the vitamins you set out for me
the night before when you knew in the morning
you wouldnt be able to lift yourself up.
fishing line heaving you into our lives
so maybe thats how i got to be bitter
over nights when you would never wake up
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