My lungs are infusion bags

How it feels like to be with someone that drains you emotionally and physically. To you, my addiction, Go to hell. Love

Because my lungs are infusion bags

That you use to fill yours

And when they’re drained and there’s nothing left to pull

I remain empty on a highway wandering like a fool

Full with anything but air

So I go back to your chest each time

In lack of morphine

Like some junkie who’d ran out of heroin

Asking for a bit of oxygen

To get me through the night

And your prices only keep getting up

And you only keep getting high

Drinking from the lungs of every girl you meet

And spilling it back with a price

Except that not all of them are rich

Some die while you're still throwing the dice

See, you’re the only thing that I loathe and despise

Despite all the love that used to fill my bags

And even though I can’t seem to hate you enough to forget you

Forgiveness is the only thing that I won't give to you

Not free, not even with a price

And because you don’t know how to swim

And because my lungs are infusion bags

That you use to get high

I will drown you until my last breath

No I didn’t stutter, we are both going to die

Why are you scared all of a sudden?

Why is everyone so scared to fly?

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

So masterfully done. The form is interesting and challenging and the content is endearing. Thank you for explaining the form so clearly