Currently Listening Sunsets and Car Crashes By Spill Canvas The Tide

REAL

Icy cinder block

Presses against my face

And I will my breath

In and out.

I can hear it shaking

In my chest, as  my resolve

Slips slowly away...

One more minute

It will pass

One more minute

I'll be able to

Speak...

I'm sure it makes you

Happy to be so superior

To know your words

were deadly accurate

And have found

The exact spot

To bring me

Breathless

To me knees

Pushed head first against

This wall

I'm sure it makes

You feel like a man

To know I'm here

Paralyzed

Almost ready

To let go

Begging someone to keep me from weakening,

From slipping,

From weeping,

And from finally being

Real.