EXHALING CATALYSTS

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slapthatbass:

Her hands became invasive forceps
desperate to extract my buried concepts
the far from abstract ones that I’ve locked inside
and can only reside with my thousands of cries
 
She could no longer sing herself into my heart
because time was merely a countown until when we’d depart
it was never anything but fucked from March
an endless battle knowing we’d both come last.
 
I knew that we would only ever look up at clouds
when I was left alone in that futile crowd
one bitter minute became five and then ten
so I never trusted her hand in mine again.
 
The truths I gave her were all I could see
scattered in a trail behind her devotee
I wanted to save us both from a future so weak
But I fought the inner screams on that night bus heading East