Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
They look through you, the glass window in a burning room.
Its ironic that panic buttons cease to matter when everythings already up in flames.
Clay Banks
The one on the left was the first to leave fingerprints on your throat.
The one on the right was the second to arrive.
Hes the love seat at your dads house, comfortable and familiar.
Youd like to see him try.
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
You wish you were somewhere else, on a plane headed to the Atlantic or knee-deep in dirt.
Do you really want to know whats waiting for you?
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
Heres the joke; you dont actually love either of them.
You love the attention theyre so good at handing you.
You love until your fingers bleed, until its a silent car at4amjust trying to get home safely.
The boy on the right said he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you.
He happened to you.
So did the boy on the left.
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
They look through you, the glass window in a burning room.
Its ironic that panic buttons cease to matter when everythings already up in flames.
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
The one on the left has his feet on your chair and his hands are around your neck.
That was a lie.
His hands may not be around your neck but that doesnt stop you from choking.
The one on the right is blind to the effect that the boy on the left has on you.
You would call this the bystander effect if anybody had been watching you lose your breath.
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
You know youll never join the battalion but you armor up anyways.
The one on the right, youre unsure of.
Hes a question mark that never stops asking.
Somebody is wearing armor.
Who is wearing the armor?
Youre sitting in between two boys and you love both of them.
You hate how much timing plays a role in living.
If you met the boy on the rightin five yearsyoud click instantly, a lamp in a cave.
a candle in a bedroom.
But its not five years in the future.
The timing is bad.
And neither of them are yours because of it.
Youre sitting in between two boys and neither of them love you.
And that is the circle around your windpipe.
Simultaneously the beginning and the end.
