Stale

How do you keep a girl floating?

How do you keep her above the ache?

When your cup run empty and all the water drain

When there’s just so much pain to bear

How do you keep a girl floating?

When the tightrope runs short,

Not enough for all of your fingers to hold,

Not enough to tie around your waist to

when the sticky summer wind blew

His ego, you stroke as if it were your pillowcase,

careful not to press on it too hard

so you can lay your head down, 

peacefully wait 

for sweet dreams to come.

But no, there were no sweet dreams.

Let alone dreams -

only heavy breaths and stale silence

You fumble for meaning out of words

that do not really mean anything. 

No, they do not mean anything.

Sticky tongue. Sweaty palm. Moving black pillow guards.

The run, the run.

The things he was so sure he was supposed to do

—but didn’t.

The words you should not have said

—but did. 

How do you keep a girl from aching? 

How do you stop her from asking?

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4.30.2015 / 11.49 AM

The chase.