The Art Of Choking

The art of chasing, remembering, and wishing you knew better. Welcome to my playground.

I need you to know it hurt me before it hurt you

Like flesh ripping, splitting from my chest

A flame

A virgin spark

Piercing through the night, I weeped

You grew a molar in my heart

I ripped it out with his tweezers

I bled for hours, wishing it was you

Wishing you had ripped it out instead

I shooed away the comet

Before I could make a wish

A shooting star with no purpose

But a temporary happiness, rippling through my bones

I wept for you

I wept for you

You set me on fire

I burned the cities inside my head

The teeth around my heart made space for you,

Before they could bite down

I pulled you out

My virgin flame died out,

Leaving ash

What’s left of you

The blood between those teeth

This molar in my hand

The comet phasing backwards

I’ve left a mark on my own heart

I’ve left a mark on my own heart

I miss you already and you were barely there

You were barely there

You never meant to stay,

Regardless I ache

So pointless, I retch wings

Feathers for my freedom

Feathers for my grace

A light once brighten my two weeks

I am dark again

My lungs are blackened once more

The comet retreats

I wonder if I was wrong

I retch wings

My feet are molded to the ground

I retch wings.

It hurt me before it hurt you.

I know I am right.