the anticlimax

the terrible thought of
choking on air that isn't there
please, oxygen be my remedy
don't let me fall apart
tonight there is no time to rest
on self-loathing insecurities

because we're all writing letters
on the backs of our hands
that we'll never send
to anyone, in fear of missing
the fairytale ending we so desperately need

drowning in saltwater tears
this morning they'll form the sea
so let's build a ship and sail
farther than you could ever believe
let's fall off the edge of the map
far from all redundancies

because we're all writing letters
on the backs of our hands
that we'll never send
to anyone, in fear of missing
the fairytale ending we so desperately need

oxygen,
fill my lungs
before this fire makes them bleed