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