and yes,
while we are only just breathing
the first breaths of
this long life we have,
you make it easier to
inhale the smoke
that seems to follow me.
desperately, dangerously,
attempting to end me.
and if we do break,
just know that my heart may
skip a beat or two
as the fumes collect
in my airways at full
speed.
and yes,
while we may just be
a momentary collision;
a brush between atoms,
you are still somehow the air i feel
through my teeth in spring.
for how could there be anything after you?
i will suffocate the day you dwindle down,
into a brittle skeleton,
defeated by my flame.
everything i breathe is you, darling.
don't tell me it could end this way.
