i pretended not to care drooping eyes that started patient-slow breathing as i was speaking
i'm redeyed tonight knowing that the speaking will start sometime later
replaying scenes of football sideways conversation that place, that place
should i have asked at that moment?
do you know what makes me cry? the thought of where i'm never bound for i don't think it's wanted not like i do, not as much, anyway
do you know what makes me cry? sparks of jealous intwined with hopes that jump in a bipolar fashion would you agree? probably not as much
smoke to keep from crying again i'm too scared to speak my dreams if my timing's off would it kill this fragile entity?
my hair is messy, i'm cold i should knock myself out this will all be misunderstood and i'll face the sun as if i never felt my eyes pour out to emptyness