"Oxygen"

I would normally say,

let's not talk about last night...but this time we are talking about it.

I'm gonna scream it at the top of my lungs and hope the vibrations

s h a t t e r the very standards I drown in your sweet, lilac voice.

I used to whisper my words in envelopes of 'I don't knows' because it's easier

than acknowledging my lungs had air I could push out

that alters the entire composition of the world.

But you knew that;

and, somehow, you weren't afraid of the carbon that escaped my mouth -

instead, you welcomed it and together

we pushed back and forth until we ran out of

oxygen.