"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.