Tell me you can hear my struggle To speak coherently after shots of whiskey To verbally respond to your voice when your voice booms through my ear drums Like stereos announcing the newest president Of the shithole that is the United States
Can you tell I’ve taken 6 klonopins Or does it sound like I usually sound On any given Saturday night God bless you for saying ‘don’t wait up’ Another mg later Seconds later Regrets later Dizziness later I can’t think straight I can’t see straight
All my blue eyes can see is the black within your voice Missing the brown that connected Our two worlds Can you hear me drowning In your voice Can you hear my lungs screaming for help My liver begging for forgiveness My breath Yearning to combine with the photosynthesis of trees
Combine I miss our flesh combining Entangling Molding Melting Into a single element Meant to set our worlds on fire To ignite those around us with the sparks of infatuation
Infatuation Tell me you were more than just infatuated Tell me I am more Tell me I am what saves your liver in the dead of night Tell me I am your everything.
Like you used to whisper in my ear at 2am holding me like I’m a glass of whiskey close to slipping between the creases of your fingers.