Honestly I'm Falling Apart...And Not Just At the Seams
The steam emanates from the sides of my jaws clenched tight and secretive holding the smoldering inferno of truth and expectant confession inside. Standing peeled against her gaze and nonchalant gestures, torn apart by the spoken silence. Murders my vocal chords raw and happy while my blisless eyes search for some unordered sign of invitation. Can I get a witness? Amen. I wish for a sword of manipulation so I can distort endless intervals and unrighteous moments just so I could be next to her. Was this a poem or a description...?