(no subject)
Don't let me go.
Your overwhelming consumption of me.
The restriction put on my lungs
from your hold on me.
I couldn't breathe without it.
That structure.
That line I'd walk.
The line I'd keep to.
The way I wouldn't wander.
The purpose.
The motivation.
I couldn't be without it.
I shouldn't live
just for you.
That's what people say
but I've never followed them.
I follow you
and you alone
and when there's the absence
of your ever present arms,
my lungs don't work right.
I'm short of breath now
and so incredibly cold now.
this fucking sucks. i hate this poem. i hate this situation. i hate myself... i let this happen to me. i let it happen every time.
Your overwhelming consumption of me.
The restriction put on my lungs
from your hold on me.
I couldn't breathe without it.
That structure.
That line I'd walk.
The line I'd keep to.
The way I wouldn't wander.
The purpose.
The motivation.
I couldn't be without it.
I shouldn't live
just for you.
That's what people say
but I've never followed them.
I follow you
and you alone
and when there's the absence
of your ever present arms,
my lungs don't work right.
I'm short of breath now
and so incredibly cold now.
this fucking sucks. i hate this poem. i hate this situation. i hate myself... i let this happen to me. i let it happen every time.