That intoxicating, silent killer
that has us lying still while we wait for sleep thinking
A synergy we choose to fool ourselves into, piecing together all the words and motions of truth in a broken storyline we recompose.
That burning, squeezing feeling in our chests,
wanting them with every ounce of blood that treacherous organ of ours pumps out.
It's that tightening feeling we get when we realize that we'll always be beating ceaselessly against the current,
comparing their heart to others for as long as we stay afloat.