I
think you should know that when I woke up today I was tangled in
morning breath and your whispers.
I think you should know that I'm dreaming with swollen lips
and bleeding cheeks because I keep biting down to stop myself
from saying what's on my mind,
I think you should know my mouth is betraying me and when I brush
it off, what I mean is, please for the love of everything, know
that I am terrified.
I think you should know, despite the fact that I am trembling
with needs, I don't want it. I don't want to count down
the seconds and drag out my day.
I don't want to constantly dislodge my heart from the back of
my throat when you don't even know that you jammed it
there.
I don't want to write instructions on how to breathe on
my walls because suddenly I'm constantly needing a
reminder.