“Do you feel accomplished?” she asks me through the wall
and for a moment, i don’t know what she’s talking about. looking back, one line after another, while:
we both beg for an escape
and for an excuse
to get away
that’s when
you come find me
where i lay in wait
for the sin
and the last breath you take in
when you say i can finally
get away from all of this
and find a place
where a heart doesn’t lurch
and the whiskey fire
no longer burns
and the holes in your hands
start to scab over and bruise
and the marks on my neck
no longer turner heads
when we find a place for the words
when we find the missed chance for honesty
and a place for the levers to turn
when it is no longer too late to whisper,
i’m falling in love and when one day we learn
that we were saved
all along
yes,
that’s when i finally feel it
