I polluted the sound waves
with the poisonous carbon dioxide
that escaped from my lungs
and slipped passed my once-forked-tongue
stitched together with hope of forgetting
what my words meant...
...or rather that I said them at all.
If I could
I would breathe as deep as the center
of a black hole,
sucking in its surrounding stars
so as to eat my words
before they ever pierced your heart.
I'd save your ears from listening
to the babbling brook of liquid words
that melted due to weak molecular bonds.
Instead
I'd press my hand on your chest
until I fused with your last fighting chance
to understand who you really are.
And in that moment,
still,
unbroken,
you would realize that we were never different
from the start.
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