emotional claustrophobia

Take our problems
and condense them
until we're falling over each other
so hard
I want to punch you
in the face

Some days your love
is like building a shelter
out of wet paper bags
in the middle of a hurricane
it doesn't do much
and it hurts me more
than it helps

You yell into the abyss
of my solitude
and I can't hear what you're saying
for all the echoes bouncing
off my dysfunctions
maybe there's something
in there worth listening to
I wouldn't know
because I can't hear you
through all the noise

I know you have only
the best intentions
but good intentions
don't keep me warm at night
when your embrace is out of reach
and I've forgotten how to hug myself
through the lonely

So we layer our frustrations
make a storm cake no one wants to eat
and when it starts to crumble
you know I'll throw the first punch
burying us in toxic diversions
just so I can tell you to fuck off
so I can get a moment of peace
when all I really want
is you
without the complications of this
no dysfunctional layer cakes
no paper bag shelters
no hurricanes
we made for ourselves