by jamescarman

If you will, then I will,

and if i break – down

then you won’t.

Thick as paint,

needle like things dripping,

dripping, drip –

out of our eyes,

but if you will, then I will.

Sore and red and swollen,

baby pupils, deep and

suffocating –

but still I remain lost,

matching of voices but

where can it truly speak,


Understand if you will,

then i will

and if I don’t

then will you?

What can beat so fast,

where can it prevail –

in our hearts?

If you win,

then I win.

If i lose

then you win,