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me and him him and me just as atrocious as can be me and him him and me i say my words now but through your body yes through the throat and the thought of me is gone gone gone "well" says he "i will help you through if you promise to help when i break down too" and i say "i will blackened feet in the glue its no use my legs broken from running from you" it's due to the soldiers drowning in the moat the scorpion poisoning the goat the quarry wrecking the boat the rapist and the trenchcoat and yet the dreamer will always leave a note with what she wrote on me and him him and me two children with sparklers a cut-up knee oh me and him him and me i say "i'm watching you you're fucking me over the edge with your family tree enveloping me its wrong wrong wrong " "and so" he say "why not run away when you're the rhythm in the back of my brain ever since you bled ever since you said i was causing you all of this pain" to which i reply "you're the core of my spine but to you this is only a game you know i can't stray from the sweetheart eccentric you haven't aged a day anyway" the lights are floating in the trees i'm thick-skinned and twisted in the breeze the kitchen sink filled with possibilities my palms against the pink it's due to my dress being flecked red to weighing more than lead to the water over my head to the dreamer's daily bread where the camera is a gun to my head just a screening of me and you you and me pounding on your chest so you can breathe no more exchanges just a silent movie playing constantly so dialogued and waterlogged i decide i am fine if the boat is sinking as long as you're not present my relief is sweet yes evanescent at the thought that you've been saved once again (at least in part) by my wishful thinking
