Every Word - Choke

Forcing wasn’t meant

You’ll break the bend that

Holds

Why the strain

Why the stall for no reason

Landing on the steep

The flat is where you scorn

Buckling steady breathing

Weed your thoughts

There’s something missing

Yield to you

Why the strain

Sour taste with every word

At loss for meaning

Now to risk it all

Moments of moments

Tarnished reasoning when I

Feel

Worn, full glass of doubts

Needs to be washed out

Constant breathing

Open the gates

To remember this feeling

The rest of your life

Is right in front of you

You left a sour taste

I cannot take

Loss of meaning

Loss of count

False start i’ve disowned

You fold