you were my favorite architect
stacking up stories
gave me a ribcage high-rise
all the air in s skyscraper
could never lift these lungs
like words hitchhiking your breath
riding my insides
I really wanted to believe
in your shaky masterpiece
but I exhaled and it collapsed into the truth
every building's just a stack of empty stories
cubes of space underneath a hollow roof
there's not much there
it's mostly air
there was nothing there
it was mostly air
like words hitchhiking your breath
riding my insides