Thursday, April 4, 2013

From Memory From Apple (v.2)

We waited but we were hardly sure what for.
You always seemed so preoccupied and unaware of my wandering.
My eyes, my brain, hands; you missed them all drifting from your hold.
I'll be the martyr because you failed to be the artery I needed.
Your lungs didn't work for the two of us, you were selfish with your inhale.
Your heart was alive but barely for you and I.
I began to digest such an awful concoction of chemicals that went unnoticed.
And I was taking in such a poisonous mix of smoke and the breath from whoever.
You missed every breath I took that didn't stem for your exhale.

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