Our hands are calloused from holding

Onto our happiness

And I can't seem to remember just

How far I fell when we walked away.

We burn celestial like, stars in our

(.) eyes.

Slick with sweat and sighs

We curl into dirty sheets with

The knowledge that

This. Is. Everything.

And the music breaks the silence

(a parody of long ago violence)

Don't bring me





baby. Another declaration of love sticks

In my throat.

I'm addicted to the silence of your breathing.