On the curve of my lips
are questionable words.
Behind my eyes
is a phone call
I won't allow myself to indulge in.
When I breathe in
I'm admitting to every mistake.
Breathing out is a release
of secrets
just plaguing my mind for fun.
My fingers find good fortune
on a tired keyboard.
My temperature tells me
how close I am.
It's right there.
Every part of my body whispers.
It's right there.
Take it.
For God's sake take it.
