There will be teeth in the grass.

I didn't want to choke on my lungs when I saw you sitting there, contained by everything that I had fallen short of. I didn't want every piece of motion that had led us to this point to stop itself before my eyes and throw itself at me.

But I choked, horribly.
I was overcome by everything I had put behind me and hated you for that moment.

I knew better.
I know better.
I have better words,
but for now I am settling with these.

Some days, all I ever do is settle.
Fuck.