There we were at the table painted in drunken memories
A decision to be made as my fork clinks and your smile gleams.
We wait for the music to return as you type back time in eager messages.
I eat.
Self-conscious crunches, I wait for the let-down
the get out!
I wait for your light to turn on and my bulb to flash out in a blue spark of insecurity
You're killing me.
A huff and puff, I breath in and cough aloud
You plug the smoke and tell me how.
I do the things I thought I wouldn't as I watch it flow out between your lips like a chimney
I become lighter and lighter and we float to the ceiling like Charlie and grandfather Joe.
I sink in giggles and into your couch as we sit in darkness and find things to talk about.
Everything is easy, but we both feel on edge
The lick of my lips and asking what she says
I find myself like Pisa, leaning towards you as we go
Asking how I'm feeling as if you don't already know
Lids heavy like metal coverings I feel the sleep eating away
Insecurity makes me ask, but you tell me just to stay.
My throat burns
I begin to wonder if I've done something wrong
Like a flame lit wildly inside of me I try to keep it down.
Water is a friendly fiend that dulls the pain and leaves a stain
I am burning alive on the inside and you think it's a joke.
Book it, book it, don't forget to go
This is why we stay this way this is why I know-
This way, this way, I'm glad to be this way
Never let this go.
Smoke.
Indy
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