the last whisper from your mouth br will carry more disease than love, br since nothing ever lasted in your mind. br a moment on your lips, forever ringing in my ears, br and so the will is manipulated br just as my doubts are sedated. br while i can see in the shit-filled pits of subliminal compassion, br up against the ocean i know i can't swim. br no matter my struggle, i always fall in. br i wish you would have more compassion br to not just watch me drown. br while wondering how you can give back my breath br just to pull it away as you pull out. br you leave the room without a sound. br abandoned on your bed, i'm choking on realization br that your use and abuse isn't love br but the simplest form of manipulation.