Tucked away in the junk drawer of my mind you’ll always have a spot
Next to the lighter that hasn’t worked in years
I refuse to get rid of because it once belong to somebody before I took it not knowing it’d be the last opportunity to do so
You never used to hold me
Now when you do it hurts
You squeeze me so tightly into you
That our false ribs lock fingers til their knuckles turn white
I don’t mind
Because I know you need this more than I do
But I remember what it was like to be you
I close my eyes and fill myself with air
Slowly
Because I know this is the last time
