these words fall heavy out my mouth,
tripping on humid air
and light breezes,
landing in formation,
forming sentences i never wanted.
they rest like unsatisfied children,
bitter and cold,
forgotten and passionate;
like a kiss from a love lost,
found,
and lost again.
confusion drips out from my eyes,
burning my skin,
tainted with memories i have pushed away--
stuck and bounded
by pointless shit i need to leave behind.
¿podemos hacer esto otra vez?
i don't think so.
my thoughts are tangled and wretched.
you've done too much damage,
but i can't remember what it is.
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