Torn Up From the Consumption
torn up from the consumption
i breathe emotion into you
you are overwhelmed enough and you don't need it
however i am only thinking of me
you respond by removing yourself and going into a separate room
i follow, but you take back your eye contact and your attention
i refuse to take the hint and continue to push the issue
you finally reach your breaking point and demand me to get the hell out of your space
devoid of comprehension and my balls quivering, i retire to another rom in the house
i figure that you need your time and your space, so i retreat to the garage and get in my car
while in my car, i stare into space....wondering what happened and why we are here
forever seemed like a flower in continuous bloom
nevertheless, here we are....torn up from the consumption
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