Surface Tension

Surface tension I wrote The many warning signs, That somehow satisfied us two Hooked on a note, Choked out of the freedom We both could have known Where there were blues in his eyes. Magenta hues filled the room With music Volume high My tensions rise I want to cry, but I can't shouting passions into a void Agony surpasses me Can't even handle me My face says it all While his glares stare down and out From his feet to his very needs Eyes cast straight back up To the soft inner belly of his elbow As he rests his last worry on the back of his knee Shot ready Knob locked And me Left with no bathroom key No way to check on him "Can you breathe?!" As if he could acknowledge me He's too busy "Babygirl, please" Left to numb my racing thoughts alone But with lonesomeness present, when you're not alone There's no magic left to cure our illd woes All I can hear now Shallow breaths and siren spikes ringing in my ears Now he's blowing his nose Left with his many, meticulous plans To play out With what follow through? I would still follow you Followed by more blues, like Miles Davis attempt at a come back "Boy" got him. I'll be damned if he gets you to I would take tensions over dead prose to satisfy you.