·˚ ༘ ➳〔I can't breathe〕 ࿐ ࿔:🖇
My lungs are slowly decaying in vain,
Heavy and aching from all the pain
Because, with each beating of my heart,
Poisonous ivy tries to tear my chest apart.
My lungs are filled with longing and sorrow,
Making me choke on my words and fearfully I cower
As far as possible from you and your hands
That keep trying to make amends.
My lungs feel moist and numb,
And I'm still too selfish to call myself dumb
Even if in front of my shattered mirror...
I stand in my misery with voices in my ear.
So I try to silence my lungs, I smoke cigarettes
There, by the window, drowned in regrets,
While I still pretend that I cannot love
In order to place myself far more above.
The cheap smoke stings and hurts my throat,
Like the faint memory of a love I kept like an oath,
But, well, my lungs can finally feel relieved,
Falling at peace with what I wanted to believe.
YOU ARE READING
Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
