To The Blue Sky. . .
9.29.2004
A Strained Breath Between Worlds
"Don't worry, I gave up on that long ago."
And again, skipping ahead a bit, "I really don't love you anymore."
So lips tire themselves through various activities,
and my eyes are bloodshot.
My lips really do prefer hers though
For more than one reason
But back to the topic at hand:
"Do you even feel anything anymore?"
And a strained breath between replies, "Not so much, no. . ."
And a strained silence before a reply,
"Don't worry, I know the way out."