false promise

to be a piece of trash you kick aside on the pavement isnt much more than i am right now in circles my words go praying to talk without really speaking the worst of it always seems to coincide. my form wraps around the false promise rip it all off before i believe it burn my heart alive its the happiest ending its going to get. stranded in the storm i let the flood take me its caress gentle like nothing before  isnt it normal to struggle to breathe anyway?