kettle

i write fingers cut same blood as yours, can't make it flow but i know, a stunted way to grow and i scream, and the kettle screams i'm so sick of it, and i want to go home, i want to hear you feel it, say it like you mean it, bad half of each of me, hey heard you downstairs, i want to catch you in the kitchen kissing, and holding hands when walking, and the kettle screams i'm so tired of it, and i want to go home, and you should breathe it, say it like you mean it, years together alone, life together alone, steal truly happy lives, please last please try, i know they don't last, no i lie, i want pictures of you crow's feet-joyful, to hear you laugh across the house, til it's painful, then the kettle screams your so tired of it, and you want to go home, you want to hear you feel it, say it like you mean it