I'm waiting. 

The line coils and the beep pronounces subtly in my ear, but I feel the flicker of your tongue resting at the roof of your mouth. 

 

We tear down our romance, 

Brick to brick, lay it with stone and granite, pretty and crackable. 

We build walls to break. 

 

I follow you with whips, you throw love opium in my eyes, what are we doing? 

The questions burn through my eyelids. 

I'm crying words of ignorant nonsense. 

 

You hand me a balloon, I say some dumb promise, struggle to come up with words, maybe that's why we never get out of this. 

 

Some process, huh?