Choosing and Being

Ounce by ounce

I feel impaled

my flesh plastered against

choosing and being

something I'm not

my carcus and carrion

starting to rot

into what I've never intended seen

cut the bullshit

and play the next scene

Me in the bedroom

you on the floor

He in the bathroom

me paddling from shore

you on your island

me the anchor

I'm starting to drift

and you're carrying me too

swiftly for I can't catch my breath

and I see our impending

deaths

on the side of the road

called fate lays two

Ounce by ounce

I feel impaled

my flesh plastered against

choosing and being

:what I call a committed lover