Barometric

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Sometimes everything I know is wrong

Sometimes my throat is too dumb to make a sound

Sometimes the sky isn't big enough

Sometimes all I can do is lie back with my mouth open

And stare at the overwhelming nothing

None of my thoughts are new

All I have are the same old cliches about the curve of your jaw

The expanse of your shoulders

All the ones about how you always come through for me in the end

No matter what

In a million thankless ways

Even when you're on the edge yourself

So I stare up at you

Open mouthed and stupid

While you labor above me

Like the sky pressing down