the cigarette burns between us

It's kind of like being lost
in the bass note of that Radiohead song,
'Everything in its right place'
in those opening chords
where it buzzes and twitches to life,
flowing into your bloodstream
and when you lie down
it's like nothing matters
when her voice pulses in your brain.

I know the cigarette burns
the locked doors
the going back and forth
from need, to want, to hate, to pure
Madness

And I want to pull you back,
away from her,
make you step into your own skin
and see how she drags you down
to where the notes are too low to hear,
and the comfort of an arm around you
feels like the spear, piercing your side
looking for any signs of life.

Then, you call me
and I can tell from your voice -
the flat monotone of ignorance
in a conversation,
painted a hundred shades of nothing-
you've been with her.

We talk and you don't hear me,
you repeat yourself one too many times

and i am

r i p p e d a p a r t

Take me in vein -
I go willingly
to where we can put each other
Back Together
again.