My lungs are on fire
And not in a good way.
They're not burning with lust, desire or passion.
They are screaming in fear and pain.
My lungs need oxygen.
The oxygen they need is you.
My bones feel empty now that you're gone.
I'm lost in a blizzard, my light finally going out.
I love you.
I want to scream it from a thousand rooftops,
I want to paint it in the sky
I love you.
But you don't love me.
I'm starting to think you never did.
Was it life and oxygen you once breathed into me?
Or was it carbon dioxide?
Was your love real?
Or was it poison?
Slowly consuming me until my heart and body were broken?
I have to know.
Was every kiss, every touch falsified?
Did you mean it when you said you loved me?
I know I did.
Every kiss.
Every touch.
Every word.
I love you.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I'm sorry.
I'm so so sorry.
I'll take the poison corrupting my system any day,
To this aching loneliness now that you're gone.
Light my lungs on fire with passion, please.
I can't take this crushing loneliness anymore.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
