Breathe
Breathing
Flying
Sighing
Dying
The moments I cease to breathe
Cause little tiny deaths
Of microscopic parts of me
When I realize
That once
You were my reason for breathing
But then
You stopped allowing me to
Until
I not only forgot how
But I forgot
That I need air to live
One day
I looked at you
And saw my past
And I took a deep breath
And admitted it to you
You stated,
"Okay"
And that was that
All this time
I struggled to breathe
To fit into your world
And all along
My presence in it
Was not even important enough
To warrant a two word response
Upon exit.
I am always
Learning lessons
The hardest way
Why is that?
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