Before I met you,
I could breathe just fine.
When I met you,
My breath trembled
As an earthquake.
When we were together,
My breath raced and softened.
After you broke me,
My breath stopped,
And my life stopped with it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
