we tumbled down the side of this embankment
lost and in shambles.
you drank yourself honest and
avoided my eyes, speaking your gaze
downward,
twisting yourself in the sheets.
'this future is a trap'
i told you.
some words are seamless in nature.
its lovely,
the abrupt concern in your voice
that told the alcohol to put you to sleep.
and somehow, i'm still laying here in peace.