Thus Far... (Poetry Collection)

Losing You

  Losing you is like air
Not the breezy easy soft air of spring
But air that's been sitting too long in a secluded room
Filled with dust, stagnant, still

I'm choking, but there is no violence in the way it hurts
It's a dull ache
Running up from the bottom of my lungs and stopping in my throat
It consumes my chest as the shadows consume the light

My feet are nailed to this dusty floor
But yet I walk
They ask me why I'm lost for words
I can't tell them that my mind is stuck floating, ascending, god knows where

Blonde hair blue eyes and a smile that could melt metal
She asks me for my number and I stare, blankly, solemnly, why?
Her eyes don't burn excitement into my chest
A bubble of dust escapes my lips, I am trapped.

No, I was wrong. Losing you is like drowning
But I'm drowning in something I'm supposed to be breathing
And everyone else seems to be fine
Their chests rise and fall

Mine only seems to fall