that’s not fair. 

air - i said it isn’t fair. 

                you grabbed my lungs 

               a   n    d  

              that’s where you put them. 

             the drugs {your words}

 

and they’re broken. 

        why would you give me broken words?

        {drugs}?

 

you know what i’ll do for more. 

    the shattered gears and rusted wheels and    

    busted pipes and dying lungs and wrinkled 

    heart and tired eyes and 

 

 

don’t look at me like that. 

                               (please don’t, i’m tired) 

don’t give me broken words 

                            (not without your heart) 

don’t hold me when night comes 

                         (unless you know what’s true)

 

j      u      s      t 

                                    swell my veins.

 

the words are broken 

     {drugs}      {alive?}

they’re within me like the geese that migrate south. 

i’m choking on feathers 

because they fill my rib cage 

                       like   S M O K E ;

 

smoke. you heard me. 

 

 

the words are broken 

     {drugs}      {looking for me}

 

can you hear them? 

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