my heart wishy washes in the cold cycle as my lips turn to blisters.
struggling to elevate my love to the kind you have for moms and sisters.
grip is loosening the pressure is too overwhelming as new house is to moving in.
the blocks a cold place, but i stand there a record cuz my spot is grooved in.
a fixture to the game, im throwing light in the perpetual darkness.
as i blaze and spark this, my flicks sure, the flames on regardless.
burst lips mine torn in agony, cuz words flip time .drag-in-me from fiction to reality.
it saddens me, invisioning my heart on that line, listen im hurting in deep degrees.
reluctant to relinquish my soul is what my phd suggested is my disease, aching.