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
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.