She tried to write, instead
of screaming from impatience,
just like the oxygen waiting to be consumed
all she did was wait for you

but then she realized it'd all be lies
there'd be nothing that'd be true,
and one day, that she'd take it all away
because she had nothing more to say
after she had stated all her unspoken truths.

So when she made that final leap,
she held her breath,
because the motel was so cheap,
and stank of death and ciggaretes and
she couldn't stand the depth
of all the could-have-beens.