“My breath is being forced down my esophagus and into my stomach, where it’s keeping my bubbling guts company as I choke on another dozen pills.”

I had the rights words.

Sweetling, they were here,

Careful carved into

The chalky remains

Of my soiled soul.

The perfect combination,

Equal parts desire and guilt,

Cloaked in the allure

Of a better tomorrow.

If you had waited,

Just through today,

I swear I had it all.

 

If you ever find yourself

In my tomorrow,

I know my words

Will still be there.

So please, listen,

Because I know,

Once you hear them,

You’ll know it too;

That these words for you

Would have been

The right words

To make you stay.

One thought on ““My breath is being forced down my esophagus and into my stomach, where it’s keeping my bubbling guts company as I choke on another dozen pills.”

  1. i got a lot of pieces of my life thrown away big year sized pieces and i’m picking up the pieces again … i’m sort of on my 5th wordpress blog and i’m not learning how to use it this time … i’m wort of socializing more with this one … i don’t have a church i would go to but i might consider the community of a website nicer … i get to read nice writing and look at nice photographs … hey i don’t know if we can get the pieces back but it seems like there’s another piece waiting to replace it each time

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