this seam is splitting, torn apart. lacerations from the thoughts of you. choking me, your words shoved down my throat. and i`m still bleeding from our first kiss. the taste so painful i`m forced to clench my fists. every time you turn around, you`ll feel my presence. and when you glance up at the stars. everyone will be crashing down on you, whoa, you`ll see me, the sky, calling out your name. and yet for some reason, I still absent mindedly come back for more. maybe someday I`ll realize that this storm will someday pass me by.