Feeling everything like underwater air
when I can’t understand why I need you
I paint seaweed tattoos as my breathing gets faster
of things I wish would happen
like exploding while I throw gasoline on your floor
or building a bridge and starting again
Why don’t you make yourself useful
and wrap your fingers around my throat
I’d rather lock on to your eyes if I’m going to drown
Choking on concrete
and the strained chant of I want I want I want
what’s the difference between want and need
If I'm going to drown...
a strained refrain
remains framed
in this pain
of want
and chains.
enjoyed this muchly ~A~