|Up down Up down, my chest moves in a constant rhythm
The room is empty with the exasperating tones ringing right beside me
Where am I? What did I do? She looks at me and pronounces her love without equivocation.
These tubes enslave me, lines run from me, a pump feeds me
Her touch reminds me of when I was pubescent, half grown. The love, Oh the love- paralyzing.
I claim I do not. I claim I did not. But I did, I DO. There was no antidote, you see.
I was cemented to it's tenacity. Weak, I was. I relied on it's euphoric abruption.
She will never know. She will never get to see how much her diligent mentality meant to me.
Up down Up down, my chest now moving slower.
My mind is screaming the words, but this breathing apparatus will not allow me to vocalize the emotions pressuring at my seams.
The warmth of her tears run down my cheek, her forehead pressed against mine.
I love you, mom. Please forgive me, for the desire seems to have beat me.