I'm clutching at the air still strangled
palms slick, well I'm slipping
I've gasped in your words until I'm blind
can someone tell me why I'm wide awake
why are my eyelids refusing to close
my chest refuses to swell and
it's 4 a.m.
I'm repeating your breath like a symphony, a memorized sonata
and my pen is blotting out the notes
and by the way my bones creak
and chaste and groan against my skin,
I know.
that you're gonna leave me scars
deeper than my trembling fingers could ever chart
I'm callous, and you're a knife in my hand
but baby,
I don't feel a thing.