we lived once without air

 
This enduring agony set so satisfactory
As if I were benign
It’s so close to being real
What exactly do you want to conceal
What is it you need
Every time you want me
It’s time to bleed
Inside of me is you
How does a boy  
Suppose to accrue
For these offering dreams
Tend to wake me up in the extreme
In vain
In damage finished
No four-leaf clover to shield the
Unwavering constellation of miasma
Going to places that others had not
To know, for the test is mine alone
And it’s very, very helpless
Who said anything had to be fair
You run me over coals of passion
How foreseeable is this?
How can I know
Does anyone ever know
How do others guise like they know?
And stay together without rips in the seams
This magic is tragic, why is love like a
Scary monster under the bed?
Or is the monster in my head?
Don’t tell me, I might not really want
To know-