Yellow Veins.

nights.

i'll keep my words

to myself

for another hour

for another night.

i'll say them out loud

when you're not awake

when you're not

listening.

because i don't want

you to know

how deep the fall is.

and i don't know

if we,

if you and i,

we are the aftermath

of this tormented storm

or just another

flying jittery.

do we crave for love?

are we just

going to stand there,

gawking at the

sings, failing to

understand-

this is what it is;

baby, this is what we need

but are too afraid

to give into it.

"It'll pass", you think.

"It will pass", we think.