ahh ive run out

dont fucking cry dont you dare
ive said this before but its the most we can do
you can hear the same choking in your voice that i can feel in my throat
as we bite our lips and look up or down
in any fucking direction
to submerse ourselfs in restrain
deepen the shakes
forget the fact we cant breathe
its this shattering competition
holding out for something we both want
just to be the one not to cave, like drinking games, like sex
you know the silence means more than chocking sobs
heres to two thousand and eight being so much more
the feeling of just being content
heres to 2008 being the year that something gives us strength
or takes away our cowardice, to end it all
no matter what happens this has got to end
and in this very second our eyes meet
and in the next they're no longer dry
and our bodies are reciving delayed aches
we sink down opposite yet so adjacent walls
heads leaning back
we take in a deep breath that feels like poison
5,4,3 we're waiting for a signal
2... we searching for the evidence
1...we get up and walk away. into a corridoor so dark yet so familiar
and we can see i distant scene playing just below room volume
theres similing faces mocking our fright of blinking
yet theres a hint of bitterness of whats yet to come
but we know its in our mind
this corridoors no movie theatre
its the mind we know only to let sift away
idontwantthis
xo