do you feel me?
my breath?
my need?
my want?
– my soul?
my very
pain
full
swollen
heart?
i really,
really,
hope
you do;
and really,
really,
hope you
see.
cause i can
barely
feel
at
all.
and i
can barely
think.
that thought.
and it seems, –
it just seems,
from where
i sit,
in
pose
and silent
wounded sway;
that im
the one
thats here
at all,
that im
the only
.one.
