I've taken every breath and stole it's oxygen to ensure that I will not have the words to tell you how I feel.
I'm always short of breath and forget that I have lungs in my chest. Somedays I forget how to breathe and I need someone to remind me how.
Sometimes breathing is the one thing I can't do.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
