Resist to reclaim-
pressure builds, then caves.
Soon lungs collect to fill space that was left.
Resist to revive
any words beyond mine.
Soon fingers crack recording all I lack.
Resist to believe
what you say, for what I see.
Soon the neurons knock to trigger a shock.
Resist to remove
thoughts surrounding you.
Soon saline eyes expose the thorns in our rose.
Resist to regret
that loved one that left.
Soon heartbeats drive to love that sits inside.