text messages.
this sour, fleeting, overtaking, heated gut
feeling swarms my body. i haven't
eaten today, but your drunken mistake,
i think, is more the reason for my
heavy abdomen. these are not the good
butterflies. not welcome here in my
belly. not wanted rising in my chest.
the smoke from my cigarette calms me,
not because of the rush of nicotine,
but because of the ebb and flow
of the white river of steam seeping
from the tip of this delicious death
bringer. i put it out.
with the absence
of this chemical that swirls my thoughts,
comes more drowning, overwhelming
my mind and body. i think and think
and make excuses for you, because
i would rather find some fault in myself
than mar my unflawed opinion of you,
delightful and magnificent.
"we all say 'i love you' when we're drunk."
but is it so flippant when you say those
weighted words? to me?
feeling swarms my body. i haven't
eaten today, but your drunken mistake,
i think, is more the reason for my
heavy abdomen. these are not the good
butterflies. not welcome here in my
belly. not wanted rising in my chest.
the smoke from my cigarette calms me,
not because of the rush of nicotine,
but because of the ebb and flow
of the white river of steam seeping
from the tip of this delicious death
bringer. i put it out.
with the absence
of this chemical that swirls my thoughts,
comes more drowning, overwhelming
my mind and body. i think and think
and make excuses for you, because
i would rather find some fault in myself
than mar my unflawed opinion of you,
delightful and magnificent.
"we all say 'i love you' when we're drunk."
but is it so flippant when you say those
weighted words? to me?