Sometimes when I eat, I can't swallow because I'm thinking of you. That time you put your hands around my neck and asked me if I could breathe. The tension between us vibrated and rode in loops like a roller-coaster in the air as you spoke. I nodded. And that exact moment you swallowed, your hands gripped tighter - squeezing the breath from me. My heart pounded ten times faster than it should, it's cadence off beat and panicky. It thrummed like a broken clock. My face got hot. My body screamed, "PULL THE FUCK AWAY!" But I stayed. I wanted to stay. Even though I might've died right there, I had you. I was held in your muscular hands. Your eyes flared at me in excitement. And I was HAPPY. But then I lost you, right when I coughed. My body gave-way and I collapsed. You walked out of my life. And I walked straight into a psycho-realm.
Listening: All These Things That I've Done - The Killers
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