Pull these scars from my face of overreacting. scissor snip the concrete hollow medication. programmed thinking, thinking almost as fast as me. we wore out talking in unfamiliar language. I dreamt of philadelphia thinking it was new york. I wished for this hoping it was real. over the ringing of my chest I heard the phone and in this dream, she came in red hair. for every inch of her was delicate and detailed by a fond interest and i'll give anything, anything to be put back at ease. for anything i'd forget myself to become the dance so you'd be in love with me. I wished for you hoping this was real. counting hours of sleep to catch some cure and just an ounce of rest. the texture k**s these nostrils. these photographs flood fading to their complimentry Roraschach tests. biting at nails as you sleep quietly amongest the feathered lights of easing tranquility. I kiss myself to catch any taste of you left upon me. I hold the empty air believing only for you. I drown in these tears and every sentence runs through over and over to become deadly comfortable.