the fleshy hole goes away
I watch - half disappointed, half relieved
my migraine thumps along
as my eyes pound in sync to my muscles seizing
and how I think,
I think you feel the same way
I watch you speak and it's so brilliant
I'm not even listening
should I fall on my back and hope
you fall in my mouth
but that's not how it is now
you'll never believe me
you weren't a mistake or a random piece of skin
I never lied
should I fall or should I give it up and just jump
I never lied, I just mourned because I felt the sourness of the end
the sourness of this.