Vents

when going home isn't an option,

mistrust lurks from the air vents,

tiny ones,

telling me i am it when i do as you say

light as a feather,

pure as an angel

I'm special,

I'm special

Someday, I'll do something great

I'll meet someone greater

the phrase settles into my chest, a force of anti-gravity attacks my ribcage,

everything begins falling,

my organs are floating

i phrase that nobody was coming

the color left your skin,

my bones burnt in fury,

we were set free from shackles that had never been

nobody was coming

everyone was lying.

nobody was coming.

everyone was lying!