when i dive back down and catch a grip i can keep, it'll render me able to hold my inhibitions between shut lips. bipolar piano keys exemplify his and hers quips, but mine will be quiet, leaving silent weight on your shoulder blades. i broke these discs of threadbare bones like steps i fell down, encased in a shattered spine. with all the regrets and wishes and hopes i hold so dear, dead pounds, making make-believe meaning out of voids.
the coarse carpet floor, binds my feet to a location I'd much rather leave. but these woven woolen blankets speak of ocean sea-salt availabilities, and the cavity between myself and them are leagues wide and in length. a sweeter view flourishes of love, i swear it does. i swear the weather makes sanity attainable for longer periods and more encompassed durations. and i swear i wont ever swear again, not promises i can't keep and words of trust i can't lend as more than breath and noise.
18 days, more than 18 days ago, and by this point, I've honestly just lost count. and able this and feasible that, were words i spoke as vows, but the words just seemed to laugh back. but they tattoo my memory and sting of alcohol and arsenic, the best methodology of how-to-forget. sparked matches and drives to airlines, tickets never bought, gasoline far from pumped, letters never sent, and promises never kept...
