Ventilate © 2013 Laramie Renae

 

His lungs are quick, coming

Away from his, lover

Regret ever leaving her behind

 

The dust of his shoes and the 

Waves from his love and

Arms wide open all the time

 

He's running with the truth

Coming away from his sane and

Eyes rolling backward all the time 

 

The swinging doors slam shut and the

Windows crack because

The screaming from his core pierces too high

 

As he begins to break shape and

The weather rocks his back bone and

The pressure builds until he’s postured no more

 

He’s just like the rest- of us

Hands are tied between love and

The yearning for a freedom we can’t find

 

Release and breathe under

The pressing fingers that- seem to

Never let you go outside alone

 

His lungs are quick, coming

Away from his, lover

Regret ever leaving her behind

 

There’s no hope left for this

Erratic heart that beats randomly

Only to distract from caring too hard

 

His lungs are quick, pushing

Away from his, lover

Forget ever leaving her behind