Apologizing For These Breaths.

I wait five months
It tastes like
FIVE YEARS.
I'm addicted to your drugs,
Yet the supply is limited
And our feelings can't stabalize themselves
Whenever we're surrounded by people
Who know our secret.

I feel as if I'm whispering bombs
In a room of explosives.
Watch as our flavor erupts
And our mouths tangle up
In a flavor
Of what we can never taste.

I am beggin for an answer,
A cure,
Some help.
I am caught up in feelings I can't bear.
And the walls beg for me to give it up,
For they are my support and I can feel them growing weak.
Is this selfish of me?

There is one more slip
I can redeem
Before this room begins to crumble.
And the thoughts I hold in deep are rippling,
Waiting for the world to hear.
I hope these lips don't slip
And let out a poisonous kiss,
I have no time to wait
For the world to heal.