the
fleshy
hole goes away
I
watch - half
disappointed, half relieved
my
migraine thumps along
as my eyes pound in
sync to my
muscles seizing
and how I think,
I think you
feel the same way
I watch you
speak and it's so
brilliant
I'm not even
listening
should I fall on my back and
hope
you fall in my
mouth
but that's not how it is now
you'll never
believe me
you weren't a mistake or a
random piece of
skin
I never lied
should I fall or should I give it up and just
jump
I never lied, I just
mourned because I felt the
sourness of the end
the
sourness of this.