I breathe more poetry than Oxygen

The sound of a plane

The butterflies I've had in my

stomach when I was 

getting ready to get on the plane. 

The fear I've felt for myself

and for others because

my imagination would in fact go 

insane. 

Biting my nails, biting my lip

I refused to think 

that thoughts could control me this 

time.

My heart was beating fast, fast at 

the thought of him waiting for me, all the time. 

This was happiness I thought, but

that was before you

tore me apart and threw me away. 

Now that you've moved on again,

I have to admit

that I still hurt every single day. 

// I have learnt something from all of this. 

Remember to be surrounded by 

people 

who love you, who

will never leave or tear you apart. 

Forget the sound of the plane 

that once was upsetting 

your

heart.