Order of Things

i seek beneath
this

brief encounter
im done with you
there is no second breathe

too much banter
who is real
you are

breathe to me
on me
a sick
to me
you are

my words stick
my throat stumbles
like a well formed
force
it finds its strength
the fall is imminent
it happens right after

no where to fall
to drop
stuck in limbo
with no be- lowness stick

the words won't come
stutter
no relative source
i just hate this
you
it all
i simply do not
want thoughts at all

so fast
so good
the best of the best best
my thoughts
no rest
infest

please
make it stop