Jul 12 2011


Published by at 11:41 pm under Lost Love Poems

He’s the air that I breathe.
And I’m suffocating,
for the sweet relief of my burning throat
after what feels like years
pleading for a breath of the poluted oxygen I so dearly crave.
R e a c h i n g out to pull his lips to mine.
To gasp in the one thing he can give me, the thing I need.
So brief, that spark that ignites my world, leaving me utterly confused.
The polluted air, doing what it always does.
Dizziness overwhelms me. Death one step closer.
His sickness enters my lungs.
He’s spreading a disease.
Making me jealous,
Making me hate myself and all that I stand for.

Sometimes I wish he had let me die.

This post was submitted by pixie.

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2 Responses to “Suffocating”

  1. Justaboyon 13 Jul 2011 at 12:57 pm

    Your work is always powerful, and this did not fail to live up to that. Very well done.

  2. pixieon 13 Jul 2011 at 3:15 pm

    I appreciate that very much.

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