The tightening in my chest,
is the result of my missing breath.
Nevertheless– I take in words like air.
There are things I wish I could say,
Some feelings I wish I could lay on your mind
if you don’t mind–
But then, I might.
Real-talk now: there’s a little trouble,
Doubling over double.
Karma’s a bitch, and that’s something you can’t just fix;
Your bubble’s gonna pop.
You want to be bigger than big,
but you’re tripping over steps–
Bound to find solace in your own personal binds:
I don’t mind, but then again–